The climate of the Southern Territories was a violent, jarring contrast to the freezing winds of the Winter Citadel. Here, the sun beat down heavily on the sprawling, golden plains, and the air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine and warm earth.
A massive, heavily armored royal procession moved steadily along the Kingsroad toward the Southern Capital of Sunforge.
In the center of the formation rode the royal carriage, a massive fortress on wheels crafted from reinforced dark iron and enchanted glass. Inside, the temperature was perfectly regulated by a subtle cooling spell, much to the relief of the Northern Alpha King.
Valerius sat heavily against the velvet cushions, looking out the window with an expression of profound, barely contained irritation. He had shed his heavy f
