The border of the Pyre region came into view after several days of steady travel across open plains and low mountain ridges.
Grey and Reynolds had crossed multiple territories since leaving the Asterope Faction. Along the way they confirmed what the Asterope Faction Leader had told them: most regions were under far less pressure than the Dixon Region. Many towns still operated almost normally, and the roads between them remained relatively calm. The contrast with the Azure Continent, where the war had shaken nearly every corner of the land, felt even sharper now that they had seen both sides with their own eyes.
As they neared the border, Grey's eyes caught a caravan moving slowly along the pathway below. Dust rose behind the wheels. The driver cracked his whip, urging the horses to pick up speed as if eager to leave the open stretch behind. Reynolds noticed Grey slow for a moment and followed his gaze.
"What is it?"
Grey shook his head. "Nothing important. Let's keep moving."
