Chapter 67
Col, his hand on the reins of his horse, was about to ride out of the city gates when a commotion erupted. A wave of villagers, their faces etched with terror, their clothes torn and bloodied, flooded through the gates, their cries of fear and desperation echoing through the streets. They were bruised, battered, and defended, some carried the wounded, others dragged themselves along, their bodies bearing the marks of a brutal encounter. They spoke of a battle, a m******e, a terrifying force that had swept through their villages, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. Col paused, his horse shifting nervously beneath him, the urgency of his mission momentarily forgotten. He watched as the villagers staggered into the city, their cries of pain and fear a stark reminder of the horrors t
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