Regional's Prelude

The journey to Elthram was long and tiring, stretched out by the harsh landscape of Vallgorath.

The group—consisting of Ivaim, Mayor Halvin, Blacksmith Tharos, and several town officials—traveled through steep hills, winding paths, and dense forests.

Each step seemed heavier than the last as the uneven roads and rocky terrain slowed their progress.

It took days before the town of Elthram finally came into view, its outline barely visible against the fractured sky.

Ivaim glanced up, his gaze lingering on the strange sight. 

'This Fractured Reality is so detailed... so wide,' he muttered in his head, filled with a mix of amazement and unease. 

'I'd expect nothing less from a Throne Holder like the Master of Cruelty.'

He shook his head, trying to focus, but the thought lingered.

Nathan's words came back to him, replaying in his mind like an echo.