Namara felt relieved after seeing the tall and large fortress ahead. If they made it past the fortress it would mean that they had completely left the palace of the Black Wings clan.
However, just as they were about to pass through the fort, several fort guards suddenly took to the streets and blocked them. "Master Eros, we can't let you go."
Eros's brow instantly furrowed. His expression showed displeasure. "Why?" he asked.
"The Clan Head won't let you go. So please come back."
Eros squeaked. "Get out of the way or I'll act rude," he threatened in a cold voice.
The guards still didn't want to leave. Eros gripped the reins tightly. "Good. Then I won't hesitate with you guys," he said, then hit the horse's stomach hard.
Pygpala's horse immediately neighed. Its eyes turned red, its previously very relaxed face turned fierce.