The sun on the barren land rose brightly over Hael's head as he pushed the cart filled with bricks and cement to the construction site minutes away from where he was. He looked around, inspecting the sight to find something unusual.
His eyes fell on a mercenary, patrolling down the area, when their gaze met they both nodded, as if passing a message to each other.
"This way." The mercenary's partner called him out, awakening his senses to be careful.
Azriel followed his fellow comrade into the castle of the lord, who ruled these lands filled with poverty and crimes.
The castle he entered showed a stark contrast to the outside atmosphere. There were golds and gems embedded on the walls. Tiles made of silk gold, so clean that one could see their reflection in them.
