Chapter 46 - Briefing

The journey from Ivora to Valtoria was a serene passage through a landscape that seemed to shift gently from the riotous bursts of spring blossoms to the stately calm of Avaloria's ancient capital. As our convoy rolled along the winding highway, I watched the vibrant hues of Ivora slowly fade behind us, replaced by the soft, muted tones of rolling hills and timeworn stone. The road curved along quiet streams and past orchards heavy with ripening fruit, and the cool breeze carried the lingering fragrance of Ivora's floral celebrations. Alexander sat beside me, his expression thoughtful as he occasionally commented on the changing scenery. "It's as if the land itself is preparing us for the solemn grandeur of Valtoria," he observed, his voice calm and measured—a stark contrast to the joyful chaos we had just left behind.