BLACKSTEEL KNIGHT POV...
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From where I stood, the hill point loomed like the spine of the world itself—the highest rise for several kilometers in every direction, jutting out of the barren land as if daring the heavens to acknowledge its existence. The land around it was harsh, cracked, and mercilessly empty, the kind of place where even the wind sounded tired of passing through. And yet, as my gaze swept across the desolation, I could feel it—lingering magical energies clinging stubbornly to the air, overlapping and twisting like invisible scars. This place was anything but ordinary.
This was it.
Our final destination.
The point where the Cursed children would be handed over.
Despite the endless wasteland stretching into oblivion, I stood there alone, my black whip resting calmly at my side, my presence steady and unmoving. The silence was oppressive, thick enough to weigh on the mind.
