The caravan came to a stop before the towering gates of the capital, the thick iron bars slowly parting to grant them entry. Beyond, the sprawling capital of Belahmus awaited, its streets pulsing with the ebb and flow of countless lives. Yet, before the prisoners could step forward into their newfound freedom, the knights made their expectations clear.


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    The remnants of past conflicts still lingered—crumbling walls, shattered cobblestones, and the occasional husk of a burned-out


    Nox caught them all with ease, his fingers closing around the small fortune with the precision of a man unbothered by haste.