Unsurprisingly, Ola accepted the olive branch Velin extended.
And it seemed all the territories surrounding the Gray Sea Marsh had received an "olive branch" of their own.
A silent invitation from Newly Town.
And so, an unprecedented tide began.
No, it wasn't a tide. It was a stream.
A stream formed of people.
They came from the dirt roads to the west, traversed the swamps to the south, and trekked across the hills to the north.
Their clothes were ragged, their faces caked with grime.
They stumbled with exhaustion, their stomachs rumbling with hunger.
But without exception, their eyes all shone with a fervent light.
These farmers, hunters, and vagrants from different villages and territories converged on the dirt road outside Newly Town, forming a slowly writhing stream.
The end of the line already stretched to the edge of the newly cultivated fields to the west.
A man named Kael stood uneasily in the line.
