After securing the border wall, Javier stood atop the battlements, arms folded, surveying the landscape in silence.
Sigh… So this is what passes for a border wall around here?
He tapped his glasses, prompting the Sky Eye to zoom out and sweep along the entire stretch of the frontier. The projection blinked and scrolled, offering a crisp, end-to-end view.
Is this really how the previous lord built his defenses?
With so many enemies, this was his idea of a stronghold?
No wonder he crumbled so fast when the late King Edmund went mad with that so-called celestial.
Javier frowned, eyes tracing the jagged, unfinished lines of the wall.
What's with all these wide open gaps? Just stretches of half-built barricade and dirt piles. He left the whole region wide open. Why not build it like Armand's border, high walls, battlements, not a single rat hole from end to end. The only way in or out should be through the official gates.
