Chapter 98

As they made their way to the capital of the Sixth Valley, Arran was surprised at how normal the Valley seemed.

He had somehow expected the Sixth Valley to be like a much larger version of Windsong's monastery, filled with nothing but mages who were constantly in training. But instead, what he found were endless fields with crops and cattle, littered with small farms, and the occasional village or town.

From what Arran had seen of the Valley so far, it might as well have been any random part of the Empire, with the only difference being the mountains he could see in the distance behind him.

Yet even those vanished into the distance as they traveled further from the valley's edges, until finally, only the thinness of the air was left to remind Arran that they were still in the mountains.

As they traveled, Snowcloud remained her quiet self. She seldom spoke, and when she did, it was about plants by the

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