Amidst the flickering torchlight, the map lay stretched across the wooden table, its surface marred by deep creases and faded ink. Shadows danced over the uneven lines, tracing the contours of distant strongholds, roads winding through the harsh terrain, and vast stretches of land now claimed by chaos. Ryuunosuke's eyes narrowed as he examined the crude markings, his finger slowly tracing a path towards the northwest.
Just to the edge of their vision lay the Sturdy Path Stronghold—its name evoking a sense of resilience and unyielding strength, a place said to be impenetrable even during the earliest outbreaks. It was their next destination, and while there was no certainty what awaited them there, the need for allies outweighed any fear of the unknown.
Turning towards Kazuichi, Ryuunosuke's expression was grim but resolute. "It's close enough," he said, his voice steady. "We could make it there within two days if we push through the night."