Meanwhile, 5000 miles south of the Silvaran capital city. Flames dance upon the hilltops. Many small towns and farm villages burned to ashes. The animals and birds flock to the north to avoid certain death as darkness never seen seeps into the motherland.
All that bordered the southern coast became a memory.
The villagers of Hilbram watch their billowing smoke on the horizon. They fortify their poor wooden walls, with only aged town guards who have seen far too many harvests and green youths who have enjoyed too few.
"Hank! What should we do!" A middle-aged man in patched leather armour holding a wonky spear with a rusted tip beseeched a handsome male with a scar on his cheek.
Hank, a former knight of Silvara who fell in love with Hilbram and his future wife Melody, retired here after injuring his right shoulder.
Since then, becoming the leader of the town watch and guard.
