Deep in Voiceless's glimmering forests, where trees reached peak pigmentation near the coast, stood the woodland settlement. Fallen trees meant to deter Sinners encircled a citadel that appeared anachronistic, displaced from its proper era.
The land featured well-maintained roads, specialized training centers, excellent food, and clothing.
But the real attraction was the cityscape, towering buildings, and architectural masterpieces that never failed to awe tourists.
This land was undoubtedly one of the prides of the Voiceless Region. Beneath the scorching sun, its beauty shone magnificently.
After eight hours, they reached Wood Fringe. The settlement couldn't compare to the world's technology and science he'd known, but after so long in primitive conditions, it impressed him. It had Bristol's art scene and Liverpool's music and vibrant atmosphere.
