In just two months, the plague had spread to the territories of two or three neighboring lords, leaving devastation in its wake. The outbreak wasn't isolated; it was growing, unpredictable, and spreading like wildfire.
The repeated instances of these outbreaks forced Harry to halt his expansion plans. He needed to focus inward, solidify his own defenses, and ensure the plague didn't find its way into his territory. The chaos outside was a stark reminder of how quickly everything could fall apart.
Early one morning, as Harry stepped out of his room, a messenger approached with news that caught him by surprise.
"A letter, my lord, from Thorn City," the messenger said, handing over the sealed envelope.
Harry raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Thorn City?" He broke the seal and unfolded the parchment, scanning its contents with sharp eyes.