Two days later after the assassination attempt, the expedition decided to cross the border of the territory and head to the next one. The swamp—which is the main home of monsters was purified by the priestesses after Alterain obliterated every living monster on sight.
Now, what was left was to kill the monsters roaming in the Western domain.
The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the river, where the expedition had decided to rest.
The sound of water flowing gently over rocks provided a much-needed reprieve from the relentless travel, monster encounters, and the looming sense of danger that followed their every step.
The knights, fatigued from their journey, busied themselves with simple tasks—tending to the horses, setting up camp, or taking quiet moments of reflection.
