In the early autumn afternoon, the sun gently draped over the valley, the air mingling with the scent of ripe young wheat, carrying a hint of moist earth and the lingering aroma of smoke.
The distant mountain ridges still retained traces of summer's greenery, but most areas had turned golden.
Louis and Emily rode together in an elegantly decorated carriage, its body reinforced with cold iron, adorned with dark red patterns and the Red Tide Emblem, steadily moving along the newly built dirt road.
On both sides of the carriage, several teams of Red Tide Cavalry escorted them, each knight had a standard military sword at his waist, their cloaks fluttering, expressions solemn, with steps matching the horse's hooves, forming a well-trained iron army.
Battle flags unfolded in the wind, the sun of Red Tide flying wildly in the wilderness.
The carriage crossed a gentle slope, and the entire valley suddenly sprawled before the two.
Vast fields of wheat undulated under the sunlight.
