Sunny Fields. Where to go next?

Few years later, the mad king of his homeland had cut down every last forest. The once-green kingdom had become a barren wasteland. Some fled into the open steppes, some vanished into the depths of the earth, and others scattered to distant lands. Yet the king’s greed knew no bounds. His eyes turned toward the sunlit country of fertile fields — a land overflowing with harvests and joy. Envy consumed hi, and he unleashed his armies upon it.

Two choices opened before him and there is no way back:

The Bog Land. The Bog Land was a place of endless rains and thick mists, where the ground itself seemed alive with secrets. Life there was hard — the swamps swallowed the careless, and the winds howled through crooked trees. The people were cautious, suspicious of strangers, yet they were also resilient, hardened by the damp, storm-bitten world they called home.

The Far, Far Away Kingdom. This land was little more than a legend to him. It lay beyond the mountains and across the plains, at the very edge of the continent. Whispers spoke of its roaring ocean, of endless horizons where the sun blazed hot and unyielding, and of people unlike any he had ever known.

It was a place of mystery and possibility. No one from the forest kingdom had ever spoken much of it, and perhaps that was its greatest promise: there, the shadow of the mad king might never reach him. In that distant land, he could truly begin anew, free from the grief and destruction that had followed him across kingdoms. But it would be a journey into the unknown, with no certainty of safety, friendship, or even survival.