As dusk settled, Owen's team, after traveling for more than an hour, was nearing the location of the Kyrik teleportation array!
Upon arrival, the group suddenly became restless.
Owen glanced at the Slave Chain in his hand, then stowed it away before shifting his gaze to the distance ahead.
In front of him stretched an endless grassland, lush and green, with scattered cattle and sheep grazing peacefully.
The animals occasionally swished their tails, letting out lowing sounds.
Above the cattle, the sky was a clear, unblemished blue, with massive clouds slowly drifting by, resembling pure white reflections on a pristine water surface.
The serenity was only shattered by a hawk's flapping wings.
Kyrik was a prairie empire, known for its prowess in warfare and penchant for raiding. Many of the kingdoms surrounding Kyrik had, to varying extents, suffered from their invasions.
