The golden sunlight scattered.
Amidst the emerald grass, a yellow dirt road curved and winded ahead into the distance.
On the road, three black carriages drove slowly ahead.
Garen sat in the carriage, quietly looking out the carriage window.
On a high mountain far to their left, there was a line of grey fortresses, their serrated surrounding walls wrapping them up in the center. Some parts of the wall had already been knocked down. Everything was silent.
A few huge black bats were circling above the forts, and there was even a black bat flying out from inside the fort.
There was the smell of something burning in a huge fire in the air.
Garen took out his pocket watch to check the time: 3:24.
"Let’s rest for a bit, we’ve already been on the road all morning," he said calmly.
He didn’t speak loudly, but it was just enough for the other two carriages to hear him.
He sat in the middle carriage, and Reylan sat right opposite him.
