Warning: Readers discretion as chapter contains some violent scenes. Enjoy!
Grey sky.
Thicker fogs, but crumbling apparitions.
It wasn't that they had mystic powers but they could sense danger in the air, it was almost dusk yet there was mist in the air.
Horses galloped past their post in hurried motions , three men made their way out of the hiding place and into the streets to investigate.
Picking up a shiny dagger made with pure metal, one of them struck down a hooded rider which revealed a matted head of rich brown hue while the rest were allowed to flee.
"Where are you going and why are foreign mercenaries in our city and turf?" the man asked icily with a tone of authority that could not be ignored.
