The journey toward the dungeon had taken quite a long time. They had spent a full day traveling through forests, hills, and long winding paths.
Now, the horse-drawn carriage came to a stop in a small village located at the northern edge of the Vashtraal domain and the Sky Lord's territory.
The village they stopped at was called Ersav—a modest yet well-organized place. There was not a single filthy or rundown part. The demi-humans in this village also looked cheerful. They smiled, not a single one wore a frown.
Their houses were made of a mixture of stone and clay, with straw roofs and small yards filled with medicinal herbs and fresh vegetables. There were no tall buildings, no symbols of power that stood out, no arrogant faces in sight. Just a life that was calm and humble.
As the carriage carrying Alvaric approached, the villagers began to turn their heads. They clearly recognized Serya's carriage. Some even shouted in excitement.
