Raven led him to the plantation on the outskirts of town.
As they walked, Adrian noticed several guards stationed around the fields, swords sheathed but eyes sharp.
'This place is more guarded than the palace,' he thought. But it made sense— in a world where famine was the real enemy, food had to be protected above all else.
When the guards noticed Raven, they stopped and saluted crisply. She gave a short nod and continued walking without a word until they reached a large dome.
Inside, rows of crops stretched neatly across the space—at least forty, Adrian guessed. People in dark red uniforms moved between them, checking plants and talking quietly. Farmers were watering and removing weeds.
But something else caught Adrian's eye.
At the head of each row stood a stone pillar, about seven feet tall, carved with vertical runes that glowed faintly.
