'It doesn't look like we will see any trouble today,' Irene thought as she glanced over the wide plain towards the other side of the border.
There was nothing in the land that marked the end of one country and the start of another. In fact, Irene couldn't even tell which country she was in right now, only the specific part of the road her company was supposed to guard.
"Nothing as usual, right?" one of the woman's companions approached her post with a steaming hot cup of some brew.
The warrior passed the cup over before locking his eyes at the nothingness of the open plain.
The road cut through the plain towards the northeast, connecting the ancient, northern highway with the eastern side of the imperial network of roads.
In the past, humans of the continent fought with the demon-folk from the north to liberate this stretch of land, creating a corridor squeezed between the demon-controlled territory and the smallest dry lake of the highlands.
