Another month had passed in the blink of an eye. Nothing much had changed for Milo, who currently found himself atop a small hill staring down at a valley beneath him. Ellen, who was by his side, continued to tussle with a small fire slightly behind them, struggling to keep it alight as the small gusts of wind continued to blow past them.
Ellen shivered and rubbed her shoulders, "Damn, it's almost winter. Can we not go and fight too?".
Beneath them, at either side of the valley two armies had positioned themselves. The ones on the left-hand side of the valley were a clan Milo hadn't seen before. This clan had long black hair that covered their eyes and darker brown skin.
