The wind that moved across the eastern plains carried with it the quiet memory of wars that had never truly ended. It passed through burned villages, over broken gates and silent watchtowers, whispering through empty streets where the empire’s banners once hung proudly. Now those banners had been torn away or reduced to ash, their colors lost in the gray dust that coated the land like a forgotten snowfall
The wind that moved across the eastern plains carried with it the quiet memory of wars that had never truly ended. It passed through burned villages, over broken gates and silent watchtowers, whispering through empty streets where the empire’s banners once hung proudly. Now those banners had been...