The serenity of summer settled over Bloodstone, casting a golden hue upon the valley. Wheat fields rippled under the gentle influence of cooling breezes, while merchants traversed roads that once served as treacherous pathways for bandits. Laughter erupted between the Learning Hall and the House of Memories, ringing from the first light of dawn until the sun dipped below the horizon.
To the local inhabitants, existence had finally become refreshingly normal. They found contentment in the rhythm of their daily chores and the security of their growing community. No one among them suspected that beyond the northern mountains, a clandestine gaze had fixed upon their home.
