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The Knight Of Euphemia

"She is the progeny of the devil." The final blow was laid down. A sword through his heart. Followers of hell had slayed the Knight. "A prophet, I am not. But I shall curse this land, which dared to deprive us of our bond. He shall honor my promise, and he shall bring the rot to your land. Not for my selfish will, but for the eradication of true evil." With the corpse of her beloved in her embrace, Euphemia was sealed forever. As the dust settled, a new dawn emerged. 'The Immortal Land Of Euphemia. A place that refuses to wither down even after several millenniums of prosperity. Kingdoms have come and gone, but none of them carried the strength and Valor of the holy land, protected by the will of the warrior goddess Astarte.'

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Stone Meadow

"The forest cover is getting thinner."

Joan had been through this route many times in the past. She looked at Chris, who was riding along while sitting with Gawain. They were going very slow, to make the ride comfortable for the already injured boy.

"Have you ever been here?"

"I don't think so."

He couldn't recognize anything on his way here.

A few more minutes later, a proper road appeared.

"There."

They had finally left the forest. A medium-sized wall with one visible opening was stretched around the town, and two big stone pillars connected at the front to function as watchtowers.

"Stone meadow."

They arrived at the entrance and saw a single guard with a long spear rushing toward them.

"The mayor has been expecting you."

The doors to the entrance were open from the very beginning.

"Are the reinforcements ready?"

Joan stepped down from Norman.

"They are awaiting your orders, as per the council's request."

She patted Norman's back.