Perhaps because he could see it from afar—before when they were led to the battlefield, he couldn't get a good glimpse of the kingdom of Red Mine because it sprawled right behind him.
It was a magnificent sight, yet crude in a disturbing way; the kingdom of Red Mine was like a scar upon the earth, its towering red mountains stretching endlessly into the horizon under the perpetual shroud of the grey, starless sky.
The land itself bore the hue of dried blood, as if a rain of blood had endlessly plagued the land at some point in the past.
Situated at the edge of this foreboding domain loomed a grim fortress. It was the first point of entry before heading towards the Red Mine, which was weird—considering that most kingdom castles were always centered in the middle of the kingdom.
But the castle of Red Mine sat at the edge of the kingdom.
Its weathered stone walls rose defiantly from the rugged terrain, bearing the scars of centuries past.
