The afterglow of the setting sun spilled across the swamp, dyeing it a warm, golden yellow. From a distance, it looked like a serene and mysterious painting.
A dry, hard-packed dirt road cut across two pockmarked wetlands, plunging into a stone forest and continuing straight to the northern Forest Land.
Reisen had this road built years ago after bringing the Black-collar Tribe under his control, using it to transport various resources.
At this moment, Ridder was leading his Knight Squad, escorting the assassin and prisoners as they slowly entered Swamp Town.
Inside the carriage, Philton was bound so tightly he couldn't move at all.
Gazing at the scenery before him, both familiar and foreign, he finally believed what Ridder had said was true—Baron Reisen was not coming back, and the Sain Territory was finished.
In all his days as a prisoner, he had never felt as dejected and hopeless as he did now.
