[50 Days since the Migration]
It was the fiftieth day since their transfer here, and the entire territory now was in full gear, excited for an upcoming event.
These few days of peace passed by without a hitch—everything went smoothly and, even if there were injuries during training, no one was lost.
Of course, Garan's team had made sure that no one in their team or any of the guards laxed their training.
They knew how strong people were outside. Life was good now, but how long would that last without the necessary strength to protect it?
Speaking of, the next batch of guards—and not just the soldiers—was set to leave for Ferrol in a few days. It was actually delayed by a day or two.
One, they were really reluctant to part with the goodness of Altera, and another, they heard the territory would hold an event.
An Event: This meant parties and food! How could they miss it?!
