After taking a one-day break, George returned from Mihir to Wyverndale to continue spying on everything that was happening in Wyverndale. He reached to his hideout place in the Golden Street before the sunrise and crashed for a while to recuperate the energy that he expended while running.
When the sun wasn't even shining, he heard the sound of countless hooves running across the street. He would have ignored it if it was just a few horses. But the sound of hooves almost didn't stop.
"Why are they taking out so many horses at once? Did something big happen when I was gone for a day?" George got up from the bed and then went and gulped down a vile of potion before stepping closer to the window and opening the curtains.
He narrowed his eyes on the street and he could tell that the ones riding the horses weren't the typical soldiers but the messengers. "Hmm… why are so many messengers taking off? Is something about to happen soon?"
