The fierce wind stirred up by Nefarian had yet to settle as Velin set foot on the firm soil of Mist Spring Valley.
Before him stood Old Walker, Barrett, and the rest of the territory's core administrators. They waited in respectful silence, each holding a hardwood clipboard.
Velin glanced over the group, forgoing any pleasantries.
"We'll talk as we walk."
He strode off, heading straight for the bustling construction site in the center of the valley, with the others following close behind.
Behind them, a caravan of supplies Velin had ordered half a month ago was slowly pulling into the valley's entrance. It was laden with equipment and raw materials purchased from the Royal Capital, an extension of his will injecting new blood into the land.
The changes to Mist Spring Valley were nothing short of staggering.
It was like a meticulously crafted model set down in the middle of a swamp.
The once rugged valley had been reshaped into a massive, funnel-like basin.
