By the fifth day, they escaped the oppressive grasp of the Kingswood Road. To nobody’s surprise, the sky was not much clearer on the other side. Much like the Midlands side of the Kingswood, the Crownsland side had been blockaded in hopes to quell the threats while they waited for reinforcements from the capital. The caravan, by that same coin, was a surprise to the guards.

“Halt!” one called, and Marion could see the guard was a human. He couldn’t be much older than sixteen, ...