บท 344: Fall of a bastion

In the vast expanse of the countryside, a lone rider pressed on, his horse galloping with an urgency that matched the deep gash on the rider's shoulder. The pain etched on his face was evident with every jolt and tremble of the steed beneath him. Despite the discomfort, determination fueled his journey, a resolute commitment to a mission of paramount importance. The wind whipped through his disheveled hair, a testament to the speed at which he raced through the land, pushing both himself and his mount to their limits. The landscape blurred in his peripheral vision as he strained to fulfill his duty, each passing moment echoing the desperation of his quest.