After trying a handful more estates, it was once again time to change targets.
The world twisted again.
Ravenshade's frigid air replaced the Central Region's biting wind. Snow fell in slow sheets across the countryside. Their boots hit the ground near a long stretch of fortified estates built like military outposts rather than noble homes.
And this time, as if expecting their arrival already, the veils were active.
Layers of protective wards wrapped around almost every manor in sight. The runes glowed with a sharp, bluish-white light, built for war.
Did the whole damned country suddenly gather such proficient defensive artifacts overnight?
No, that was not the case at all.
The Central Region was the most properly maintained land, with the least amount of corruption allowed due to Alexios' presence. As a result, the nobles had to strictly abide by his regulations, not letting an invading force steamroll his vassals.
Ravenshade, on the other hand, was a different story.
