Back in Vile Valley, two days passed in a blink of an eye, and the red mist had begun dissipating, making the sky more visible.
The valley had grown livelier during those two days. The farmers walked through the fields every morning and evening to check the crops, and each time they came back with brighter expressions than before. What had once been a wide stretch of uncertain farmland was now filled with thick rows of green plants swaying under the breeze, and the sight alone lifted the mood of everyone living in the fortress.
By the third morning, the crops were ready to be harvested.
The news spread quickly through the farming sector, and before the sun had fully risen over the valley, farmers were already gathering in the fields with baskets, knives, and sacks.
