Chapter 106: March Toward the Warfront
Three days had passed since Aamir and his companions returned from Valtania. Though their bodies still ached from the brutal training sessions during the tournament arc, none of them allowed themselves to rest. The specter of war loomed over the continent, and every moment counted.
Inside the training hall, the sound of weapons clashing echoed. Sweat glistened on brows, and flames of determination burned in every eye.
"Alright, everyone! Get your gear ready!" Afreen’s voice rang with authority as she entered the hall, her long crimson coat fluttering behind her. "Today, we move out."
Aamir, tightening the straps on his gauntlets, approached her. "Miss Afreen, where exactly are we heading? I mean... where will the war actually begin?"
Afreen turned to him, adjusting her gloves. "Good question. You already know that our continent—Eridoria—is surrounded by three others. To the east lies the Valtor Continent, where you’ve just returned from—home to Valtania, Maravalia, and Danovia."
Aamir nodded, recalling the massive colosseum of Valtania, the blood-soaked fields, and the ancient techniques passed on by their king.
"To the west of Eridoria," she continued, "is Zhinai, which consists of Kyokai, Carnelia, and Zhonghua—lands of mystic arts and ruthless warlords."
"And southeast lies Kyrope," Afreen added, her tone lowering slightly, "where the last three nations—Arora, Valkoria, and Zendor—are located. You know that much, don’t you?"
"Yes, ma’am," Aamir said.
She pulled out a map and laid it across the table. "Now listen carefully. In the center of our continent, surrounded by Aryavrata, Calonia, Galvia, and Navarra, there’s a vast piece of land—once called the No Man’s Land. We now call it the Non-Occupied Territory. That’s where this war will begin."
Raj stepped forward, brows knitted in concern. "But ma’am... isn’t that land infested with beasts? Won’t they interfere during battle?"