"It took you quite a time, Zaar; I have been waiting for a quite while," said the middle-aged woman who appeared in front of me.
"There was a little hiccup on the way, Grandmistress," I replied, and from her expressions, I could tell she knows what hiccup I have come across.
It had been little more than eight hours since my battle with the Ratman and Foxman, and I had finally reached the Argan fortress. I am now standing in front of its huge gates, with my army behind me.
We would have arrived early if not for being extra cautious. I had slowed down the speed to maintain the stamina in case we have got attacked, which I hope, but to my disappointment, nothing of that sort happened.
I really wanted to taste my new strength which I had gotten from consuming the bloodline of Ratman, but no Grimm had come.
