Light it Up

Six months later, Beryl District no longer looked like a quiet valley.

The change was visible before Ernest's carriage even reached the stream.

The narrow dirt path that once wound through fields and trees had become a proper gravel road wide enough for heavy wagons. Drainage ditches ran along both sides, lined with stone where the ground softened near the lower slopes. Wooden markers stood at intervals, and cart tracks showed where hundreds of deliveries had passed through during the long months of construction.

Hollen looked out the carriage window and shook his head.

"I remember when this was grass."

"It still is grass in some places."

"That is not comforting."