The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the stone road that led to the main gate of Nateron. The castle loomed in the distance, its towering walls providing a constant reminder of the kingdom's strength and its need for vigilance. A heavy sense of duty filled the air at the main gate as the guards performed their routine, keeping watch over anyone who sought to enter.
Ever since the fall of Purewood and the war with Edenhide, the people of Nateron had become more cautious. King Alf, once known for his open-hearted hospitality, now led with a stricter hand. The memories of the past attacks, the bloodshed, and the monsters that had torn through their lands were scars that would not fade quickly. It was clear to everyone that Nateron would not be caught off guard again.
