We embarked on a taxing journey through various terrains, the carriage drawn by horses straining against the onslaught of a fierce storm and treacherous roads. It was a precarious venture, the carriage teetering on the brink of disaster several times. Yet, despite the formidable odds, we managed to navigate our way to the heart of the Naiton Bloodline's sanctuary.
Anticipation coursed through me as I eagerly ventured forth to explore this newfound domain. What greeted my eyes was nothing short of awe-inspiring. Nestled amidst the craggy embrace of mountains stood a grand castle, its presence augmented by a cascading waterfall that tumbled from the mountaintop beside it. The water sparkled, crystalline and enchanting.
Surrounding the castle, a verdant forest of later-planted trees stood sentinel, forming a protective barrier of natural beauty. It was a haven that seemed crafted by nature itself, an idyllic abode. Babu and Lezlie, too, were captivated by this breathtaking sight, their expressions mirroring my own wonder. However, Hiroshi remained unmoved, his countenance unyielding.
Upon our arrival at the castle's imposing gates, the driver called out, "Open the door! I've brought supplies from the city!"
The gatekeeper's voice was laced with suspicion as he scrutinized us from above, declaring, "No strangers are to be admitted. Take them away."
"They wish to discuss The Epic and The Elite Soldiers with our leader," the driver persisted, his tone unyielding.
A murmur of discontent rippled through the guards atop the castle walls. One of them leaned over and grumbled, "You know as well as I do, anyone could claim such intent. We cannot afford to let our guard down. Strangers constantly try to break in and we can not let them just because they want to talk to Leader Suramu. Find someone else!"
The driver's voice grew firmer, determined not to be swayed, "Look, I know people trying to get inside even more in the two last weeks, but these people aren't here to harm the leader. They know a couple of things about the Epic."
The gatekeeper's gaze remained unrelenting, his voice unwavering, "If Leader Suramu does not favor this encounter, both you and your companions shall face dire consequences. Bear in mind, I extend this courtesy not out of trust, but in pursuit of a glimmer of hope for our cause."
His words hung heavily in the air, a palpable tension thickening the atmosphere. He raised his voice once more, "OPEN THE DOOR!"
With a final, searching look towards us, the gatekeeper issued his command. The colossal gates of the castle began to creak open, albeit begrudgingly. The driver's determination had prevailed, though not without its fair share of resistance.
As we crossed the threshold, the murmurs and hushed conversations among the guards above continued. They exchanged wary glances, clearly divided in their opinions. Some held apprehension, skeptical of the strangers' intentions, while others perhaps saw the glimmer of hope the driver had alluded to.
As we made our way within, the carriage eventually came to a halt. The driver turned to us and announced, "This is it, the impregnable Kingdom of the Bloodline of Naiton."
"Thank you for putting your life on the line so we could get in. We will not you regret it." I expressed my gratitude sincerely.
The driver acknowledged my words with a nod of approval. We disembarked from the carriage, following him into the castle. At the threshold, we were subjected to a thorough search, relinquishing our weaponry and any potentially hazardous items.
Hiroshi's gaze bore into the hands of the individual entrusted with his gun, as he sternly cautioned, "Rest assured, if a single scratch on my firearm appears, I will remember you crystal clear partner."
Within the castle's walls, we found ourselves in a sprawling expanse that surpassed the exterior's modest estimation. Bathed in soft light, the halls were adorned with exquisite artworks, an atmosphere of opulence and grandeur pervading every corner. The guide who had facilitated our entry escorted us towards the leader's chamber. I wondered whether this leader was as formidable as an epic or even a bona fide king.
Upon our arrival at the leader's doorstep, the attendant swung the door open, announcing, "Enter, the leader awaits."
In the chamber, Leader Suramu was seated upon his throne, a table before him. He rose from his seat, extending a welcoming gesture, "Greetings. I am Suramu, the fourth leader of the Naiton Bloodline. One of my compatriots apprised me of your presence. Given your prominence throughout the realm, I surmise your intent is well-known."
"Our shared aspiration transcends boundaries, yet we seek allies unflinching in the face of adversity. While it may sound audacious, we yearn for the support of individuals like you," I articulated.
"Pray, elaborate on your designs," requested Suramu.
"The First Epic commands a formidable army, one that exceeds our modest means. By uniting our forces with those of your lineage, we endeavor to thwart his malevolent designs," I clarified.
Suramu motioned for us to be seated, initiating a discourse, "Let us engage in dialogue."
As we settled into our seats, he began to speak, "Firstly, while I share your yearning to topple the tyranny of the First Epic, my hands are bound. Secondly, even should we lend our might, victory against such a multitude would remain elusive. Thirdly, I am in the dark regarding your identities and capabilities."
"While I empathize with your skepticism, I have no alternative but to seek your aid. We are each other's sole recourse at this juncture," I implored.
"In that case, intrepid lad, divulge to me your lineage," entreated Suramu.
"I regret, but I must withhold that information for now," I demurred.
"You entreat assistance from a leader whose acquaintance you are yet to make, yet demur in disclosing your lineage. How can I fight beside you under such circumstances?" queried Suramu.
I grappled for words to salvage the situation, inhaling deeply before finally uttering, "I hail from the lineage of the Wolf."
The leader's countenance shifted, registering a blend of astonishment and gravity. Beside the attendant who had initially welcomed us, another man regarded me with a look of incredulity, asserting, "These deluded souls seek to beguile you, Leader. The Wolf bloodline is extinct, beyond the realm of possibility."
In a swift motion, I retrieved the man's sword, its edge poised at his throat. Hiroshi rose, urging, "Lad, it's not worth it. Let's depart."
Leaving the man and the blade behind, we exited the chamber. As we neared the room's exit, Suramu's voice reverberated, "I shall ponder your proposition. Yet, there are inquiries that demand elucidation."
We pivoted, reseating ourselves. Suramu continued, "You two, leave us in private for a spell." The guards stationed at the door withdrew, leaving us to deliberate further.