The midday sun cast brilliant rays upon Crest Valley, bathing the landscape in a vibrant, almost aggressive vitality. The valley and its surrounding mountains teemed with all manner of magic beasts.
Those who traveled this pass usually clung to the safest route, one scouted and maintained by the Archons. To venture through this valley alone was to court death.
Of course, for a Magus of sufficient power, such concerns were trivial.
The caravan
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