Before the Demon King passed on his remaining power to Kael, he told him to go north—so that's what Kael did.
He followed the path, put on his Helm of Darkness to keep himself invisible, and walked forward. He wished he could fly there with Cyrus, but he wasn't sure if he could turn Cyrus invisible too. Last thing he needed was to catch their attention.
He slowly left behind the gloomy, dark territory of the Demon King's castle. As he walked the trail, the ground beneath him started to change—the rough ground became smooth, and the heavy air began to clear. The trail led him into land that looked alive again.
The sky was blue.
The sun was slowly setting.
The wind felt great.
On both sides of the trail, farmland stretched nonstop. Far in the distance, tall trees surrounded the land. Rows of crops moved in the wind. Humans and elves worked the fields, moving slowly, worn out. A group of robed men stood over them, watching closely.
The workers looked weak.
Hungry.
Exhausted.
