The southern wind carried dust instead of welcome.
It hit them the moment they crossed into Sereveth lands, dry and unyielding, clinging to skin and armor alike as though the kingdom itself had already decided they did not belong.
But the most bizarre thing was the fact that there was no gate, no guards and no protection whatsoever once they were inside.
From afar the vision of men sparring intensely could be seen under the scorching hot sun.
Men and women alike were so engrossed in their fight that they hardly saw anyone come in, but why would they even care?
It's pretty clear as day that they do not have a single thing to be worried about. Even the kids were running around with their wooden sword, sparring with each other playfully.
The king drops from his horse as his boots drop to the grown. King Charles and General Raven followed suit.
"No gates," Charles voiced what most of them were probably thinking.
"That's either stupid,.."
