"Isn't that…?!"
While still observing the darkened lands, Rey cast his gaze closer to the beautiful area and noticed something peculiar.
Existing at the great divide that separated the fertile, lush lands of the Elves from the rotten and darkened land of blight was a camp. The camp was surrounded by walls, which were further reinforced with Magic, protecting them from enemy attacks and perhaps the corruption that encroached upon the land.
'Their barrier isn't good enough, though. Parts of the walls are already darkening. It's only a matter of time before the cap becomes infested as well.'
The plants around the compound were already withering off, and their dead leaves were fading away at a slow rate.
Rey estimated it would take only a few more days before the entire area was covered.
Several tents—in their thousands—existed within the compound, and it was clear what kind of place this was.
