Queen Yvanna's convoy approached the edge of Raven's Nest just as the setting sun cut through the scattered clouds, casting long shadows along the road. As the walls of the domain came into view, Yvanna ordered the carriages to halt. She stepped out of her ornate golden carriage, her boots crunching against the fine gravel of the path.
What stood before her was not just a wall, it was a testament to military might. The outer wall was a behemoth of black stone, forty meters high and twelve meters thick, stretching across the land like the spine of a sleeping giant. As her gaze followed the massive curve of its construction, she noticed not one, but two walls. The second thirty meters high and equally fortified. Between them, a corridor wide enough for cavalry maneuvers. Not a fortress. A citadel. A declaration of power.
