Bitter Maja, Capital City of the Wilwatikta Kingdom
The sun had only just begun its ascent over the horizon of Wilwatikta, yet the light that bathed the capital no longer felt like the same light from three months ago. There was a shift in the very air the inhabitants breathed. The heavy storm clouds had finally parted, and the damp, wintry chill of the rains had given way to a burgeoning warmth. The fog that once choked every inch of the Bog Forest was retreating back into hiding.
Along with the changing weather, the footsteps of the monsters emerging from their burrows sounded lighter, almost rhythmic. Neighbors greeted one another with genuine, warm smiles. In the wake of the bloody campaign against Furfur, Wilwatikta was no longer merely a collection of settlements for outcast races; it had transformed into a single, living organism.
