The blight spreads across Oakhollow’s fields, turning once-golden wheat into black-veined husks. Though Pa reassures the family they can survive a lean season, unease grows as the crops wither, children go hungry, and laughter fades from the square. A strange storm scorches the valley, worsening the rot. Still, the villagers cling to routine until the Empire arrives— armored riders under a silver dragon banner, led by Commander Rothgar. He demands double tribute within a week, an impossible sum. Fear grips Oakhollow as families ration what little remains. At night, whispers fill the chapel: what happens if they can’t pay? Rothgar and his men linger, consuming the village’s best while treating the people like chattel. Granby scrapes together half the tithe, which Rothgar accepts with cold indifference before departing. But their presence leaves a scar. Oakhollow is no longer the peaceful haven Finn knew. Even his stories for Liam ring hollow, hope slipping away with every passing day.