Crimsonflame Fiend Saron

The snow danced amidst the cold winds of winter. It was evening and the Tyro Mountains were dark and foreboding. Amidst the cold winds and falling snow, fifty knights marched on orderly.

“Your-- Captain,” a knight in his forties spoke to a youth riding at the front, “How long will we get to rest after we return?”

“Well… A fortnight? You pulled a tooth out of the western front, I believe we all deserve some rest.”

“It’s all thanks to you, Captain,” the knight answered, his head lowered.

“You also played your part. I couldn’t have done it alone!” The youth smiled awkwardly.

“Let me send someone to Fort Kesta to notify them of our arrival,” the middle-aged...

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