Bomfort, capital of the Oathbearers, 15 km northeast of Vulkania.
The four Oathbearer soldiers and Baron finally reached the land of warriors, arriving at the capital city of Bomfort, a legendary place where countless heroes of the continent had been born. The atmosphere was overwhelming, even for a veteran like Baron.
The air carried a peculiar scent, a mix of heated metal and ash. Above them, the sky seemed permanently locked in a deep crimson hue, as if the city existed beneath an eternal twilight.
The defensive walls of the capital, built almost entirely from metal, were colossal. Fortifications stretched as far as the eye could see, and guards were stationed everywhere. Most of them were heavily armed, wielding long axes, massive swords… Every one of them carried an imposing weapon, reinforcing the mystical and intimidating aura that surrounded the city.
One member of the escort turned toward Baron, pride clearly visible on his face.
"Welcome to Bomfort, Baron."
