The dense night could not be dispelled in the air.
In the sky, the moon was obscured, and only a few stars shone through, their light piercing the dense forests outside Cuijin City, where a merchant caravan was making its way with difficulty.
At the heart of the caravan were several wagons drawn by horses, loaded with valuable goods; among them, one item was worth a fortune.
To protect these goods, numerous guards surrounded the moving wagons, vigilant. At the end of the procession, several mercenaries were positioned to prevent attacks.
This caravan had come from a city called Newcastle, tasked with transporting goods to Cuijin City. For maximum safety and speed, they had initially traveled by waterway. But as the journey neared its end, they were repeatedly attacked by enemies along the waterway and lost quite a few men. Duncan, the forty-something supervisor of the caravan, made a swift decision to switch from water to land.
