~ Rhys ~
The group arrived at Crimson Hills, where the scenery was breathtaking, but the village itself presented a stark contrast. The strong wind howled ominously, creating eerie sounds as it rattled the makeshift wooden structures crafted by the residents. These homes were hardly deserving of the name, resembling little more than rickety shacks struggling to withstand the relentless, frigid gusts.
Some of these shacks had crumbled to the ground, left unrepaired and untouched. They stood as poignant symbols of the hopelessness and despair that seemed to envelop the arriving group like a dark raincloud. Rhys furrowed his brow, his gaze scanning the desolate surroundings as he picked up one of the two sacks of provisions they had brought. He had already inspected their contents, fi
