Vangal Kingdom
Date: 19-6-1561 WC
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The cold wind came down from the mountains and rolled across the plains like a whisper of steel. It carried dust, the smell of coal, and the distant iron tang of war.
Northern Mountain City stood tall before Kaen's army, a fortress carved into stone and ambition. Its walls rose twenty meters high, thick, gray, and weather-beaten, lined with watchtowers every hundred steps. Men stood—archers with bows taut, musketeers cradling long barrels, spearmen. Smoke drifted from within the city, not of battle but of industry. Northern Mountain—it was a mining hub, its veins of copper, iron, and precious stone worth more than palaces. Its wealth was buried under rock, and its people were stubborn as the mountain itself.
