「One year and four months later.」
「Late August.」
The scorching sun was like fire, baking the gray-brown rock faces of the Twilight Mountain Range.
A massive caravan, composed of over forty wagons, was slowly advancing along the winding mountain road.
Heat waves distorted the air, while the creak of axles and the snorts of packhorses wove together into a summer's marching tune.
The young guard, Laine, wiped the sweat from his forehead and squinted toward the distant, rolling mountains.
This was the Twilight Mountain Range, located in the north of the Kingdom. On the even more distant northern border lay the natural barrier known as the Frost Fang Mountain Range.
Between these two mountain ranges, the nine border territories of Vilt and the ten of Rosenia were jaggedly intertwined, forming a wide strategic buffer zone.
"Stay alert!"
The caravan leader, Hawke, rode back from the head of the column on his patrol. His gaze softened when he saw Laine.
