The sun was still rising over the Kingdom of Elris, its rays gleaming across the ruined city out in the distance, and all those who gathered could see it clearly.
For some, that city was their heritage, a place their family ruled over for years; for others, it was what they were fighting for, a symbol they needed to mark the true liberation of this land.
The group gathered in an abandoned town near the city, one of many used for collecting food back when it was a functional kingdom.
Roland and his closest companions gathered around one of the largest houses.
The air was filled with dust as they busted through an old door to get in.
The place looked unused for some time, but at least for the first time in years, it was not tainted by the red mist.
A long table was quickly found, and chairs were gathered to make a makeshift gathering room.
The table's surface was soon littered with crude maps and hastily drawn sketches of what they could gather about the castle.
