Reborn as Demon Sorcerer

RADS 181. Familiar Faces

The caravan moved toward the rumored location of the Citadel. Sam was lost in thought, processing the information he had received. Ammy's healing magic worked wonders, and he felt his strength returning with each passing hour. Around him, the air was filled with conversations, each offering snippets of lore about the Citadel and the land they were heading into.

Sam listened intently, his mind racing. "What do we know about its defenses? If it's a stronghold, it must be well-protected."

One of the scouts, a wiry man, spoke up. "From what I've gathered, the Citadel is surrounded by natural barriers. The mountains are steep, and the plains are vast. But it's the unknown that worries me. No one knows exactly what lies beyond those mountains."

Ammy, while channeling her healing energy into Sam, added softly, "The Archbishop has been gathering energy from the ice spires and transferring it there. Whatever they're planning, it has something to do with that energy. We need to be prepared for