No wonder the Zerith and Gray Marauders were so desperate to claim it.
Controlling this grassland meant controlling food, materials, and power for generations.
So this is why they're willing to go to war…
He understood now.
This wasn't just territory.
This was the heart of Veynar's strength… the reason they could sustain such a powerful tribe in the middle of such a dangerous jungle.
And the place where most of warriors were stationed all year around.
Losing this plain would be a death sentence for the Veynar.
And claiming it would make the Coalition unstoppable.
Sol stood there for a few extra seconds, taking it all in. Part of him wanted to simply stand and watch the herds move, to appreciate the raw beauty and vitality of this place.
But he that he couldn't afford to linger.
He reluctantly continued walking, leading the group of recruits along the edge of the great plain.
