Weeping Hills
On the morning of the third day after the banquet, a solemn atmosphere settled over Redmane Castle.
In the castle square, soldiers were building a simple altar. It had no lavish decorations, only a few bunches of Color-Changing Falling-Leaf Flowers native to Caelid.
"The festival will begin at sunset," Jerren told the gathered leaders of the allied forces. "At the Weeping Hills. They were once the general's favorite training grounds, and... the site of his last battle."
Ranni gently clasped her four hands together. "Brother..."
Morgott fell silent for a moment, then slowly nodded. "It is time to bring this to an end."
Tarnished gazed into the distance. The Weeping Hills lay in eastern Caelid, a stretch of desert near the sea. Even from Redmane Castle, the ominous red mist shrouding that region was visible.
"There is a teleportation circle leading to the Weeping Hills inside Redmane Castle, just below the Grand Lift. To avoid needless casualties, ordinary soldiers will not take part in this battle." Jerren looked around at them. "Only you heroes will go. Once the festival is over, we will burn the general's remains and put an end to the scarlet rot spreading through his body."
"I know that man. He will not fall easily," Morgott warned them. "Even with his mind gone, the instinct to fight will remain etched into his bones."
A spark of fighting spirit flashed in Blaidd's lupine eyes. "To face the legendary Starscourge Radahn in battle would be an honor."
Alexander rocked his jar body excitedly. "Oh, oh! At last, I can witness the power of the strongest demigod!"
Bernahl stood with a hand resting on the Devourer's Scepter. He said nothing, but the gravity in his eyes spoke volumes.
Patches muttered off to the side, "Say, are we really