After several days of travel, Arthur’s convoy finally crested the last rise and entered the Crimson Vale Territory.
What spread before him was a picture of utter desolation.
“Gods, what a forsaken place,” a knight from the Southern March muttered, his gaze sweeping across the bleak landscape.
Arthur said nothing. He dismounted slowly, his boots crunching on the hard, barren earth as he took in his new domain.
Dilapidated, lifeless,
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