Outside the city were what they called the outlands and the dragon territory(ies). It was a place of the unknown, a place said to be void of civilization or those who had lost their humanity.
Those sent to the outlands to keep the city safe from threats far bigger than raenz and rumics were few as only a minute set ever returned to tell the tale.
They had maintained the balance of keeping away from the dragon territory, steering clear of this mythical creature was the one step toward maintaining peace between barriers.
This was also the perfect site for so rogues to flee, banished citizens charged with serious cris lurked.
Whoever managed to survive in this area would be considered a formidable foe among the gifted and mages.
This was the very place that the coordinates had directed Zephyr to as they teleported onto rocky terrain, sparsely filled with strangely twisted trees that grew irrespective of the floor's make.
Nix's eyes were glued to a distant place that he only knew too well. The tall grasses that looked normal a first glance 150 feet away only brought nothing but mories he had tried to bury in his heart.
'At least here it isn't muddy.' Nix tried to lighten the mood in his heart as he tore away his gaze from that direction.
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