Chapter 346 A Kingdom Divided

• The refugees were safely escorted to a nearby village still standing under the banner of Elandor’s rule, but the sight of the fractured borders weighed heavily on the group. As they approached the outskirts of the village, the once-proud flag of Elandor fluttered weakly in the wind, its colors faded from neglect.
• The village elder, a wiry man named Thalos, greeted them with cautious optimism. His weathered face bore the marks of countless years of hardship.
• “I am grateful for your aid,” Thalos said, bowing deeply. “We’ve heard whispers of your deeds, though tales of rebellion and discord have reached us as well. Tell me, does the throne still stand strong?”