Underground prison

The sun was peeking over the horizon, lighting up the clear sky. The humidity was increasing and the typical heat of the region of the day settled on their skins.

The warriors of the Royal Legion were already awake, carrying out their routine tasks or attending training before departing for the battlefield that was the Milbong Rainforest.

As much as the beasts had calmed down, the situation would not last long and they had to be prepared for a surprise attack.

The four of them, with Ambrose in the lead, headed toward the prison at the end of the camp.

In the distance, there were two people standing in front of a stone pedestal. A man and a woman, both brown-skinned and with a couple of red lines drawn on the sides of their faces. Two beorns also sat next to each sentinel, their yellow eyes gleaming warily as they watched the approaching people.

Apart from them, the place was desolate. There were no tents, no people, nothing.