~WITMOURN RAFT KINGDOM~
“My Lord, I am here.” A strong manly voice talked besides Timothy aka Silvan, who was still sitting at the back of his royal black horse. Recognizing the owner of that voice, Silvan smiled faintly responding while fastening the reins of his horse,
“Nexus, you are so early. I hoped you to arrive a bit later.”
“My Lord, The king sent guard Trevor to let me out of the dark alley. As soon he stepped aside, I flew here…and I had washed with sand and air before stepping into this barren area.” Nexus replied; voice filled with enthusiasm, and a feeling to go to any lengths for his lord.
“It’s not a barren land, Nexus. You said so because you aren’t cognizant about the glorious past of this place.” Timothy whipped his head towards the source of the voice. Unlike him, Silvan's followers weren’t that invisible. They could be sensed by people, and their presence was confirmed by the black layers of dust.
