"Darzan Marsh," I said, looking at the vast marsh in front of me.
It is the most colourful marsh I have seen. It is a light land of beautiful colors.
These aren't just pretty colors, but the signs of battle that happened thousands of years ago between the golden princes and powerful foreigners called fasvers.
Golden Prime has died; that's how intense the battle had been.
The world is pretty good at recovering fast. It didn't take more than a thousand years to whittle away, marks of even Golden Prime, but here things are different.
I thought it would take me late at night to reach, but I reached it sooner, an hour and a half sooner.
I am going to travel through this region; it's dangerous, and it would take me a month or even more, but it is much better than the outside.
It had been two weeks since I had revealed myself, and I saw countless Primes searching for me.
