The news of Mirror Lake County's change in flags swept in like a sudden summer rainstorm, catching unprepared travelers scrambling for shelter. Yet once the rain ceased, the water quickly evaporated, leaving behind only faint white marks on the leaves, as the travelers cursed and continued on their way.
Gazing at the dark clouds gathering on the horizon, no one doubted that this sudden downpour was merely a prelude to a far more terrifying storm.
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[Revodan]
[Temporary Camp for the "Redeemers"]
"We can choose our own paths—at least that's what Winters Montagne promised."
Faced with the ragged, emaciated "Redeemers," Major Seber Carrington lounged heroically on a crude chair still covered in bark, speaking in the casually dismissive tone typical of a Paratu Knight, who cared little about anything but women and honor:
