The caravan moved steadily westward, leaving behind the remnants of familiarity.
Admiral—the northern Trade Centre, the last city Luke had ever set foot in before his journey took a different path—was now behind them. He had spent weeks there, tangled in the politics and tensions of its people, gaining allies, learning hard truths, and barely escaping with his life. As it faded into the distance, it felt strange to know he would likely never see it again.
From this point forward, the roads ahead were truly unknown.
With Admiral behind them, there was no need to travel further north. The route was now straightforward—westward, cutting across the plains and toward the northwest corner of the map.
Their destination?
The Empire of Virencia.
