Luke and I entered Haven directly through a gate, emerging upon a familiar floating island. The realm was quiet, though not entirely deserted. A company of Star Guard stood watch near the portal islands, while several remnants coordinated supplies and reinforcements passing between the islands. Most of the Fatesworn were still deployed across Radian Plains, and the training grounds and fortress were largely empty.
Haven had become something of a hub for the war effort. It offered a secure place to gather supplies, treat the wounded, and move forces across Enusia without relying upon conventional roads. Gates connected the realm to various locations within my influence on the plains, allowing entire companies to travel between regions in moments.
"Haven? Could you take us to the High Valley gate?"
"Of course, my Lady," his voice echoed.
