They woke up early the next day and resumed their march. The sun rose steadily in the sky as they moved forward. The following days passed smoothly, with no issues arising along the way.
The army marched in disciplined lines, fueled by the excitement of nearing their destination. Finally, after days of travel, they arrived at the city of Azazel.
As they entered, Julian was struck by the beauty of the city. It was located in a valley and surrounded by tall, lush hills. The sight of greenery and well made streets filled him with a sense of peace.
Unlike many other cities, poverty was nowhere to be seen. Every corner of Azazel radiated prosperity and well-being.
The reason for this flourishing state was none other than the Viscount of Azazel, a loyal and righteous man who had led his people with wisdom and fairness.
