Sylvia took the lead to ensure everyone's safety on our journey to the Capital. Despite her limp and only having one arm, she was still terrifyingly strong. It wasn't a wonder she could survive a post-apocalyptic world.
Eventually, we made it to the Capital City. A large wall that spread for miles was erected around it with no sign of weakness. The guards at the gate glared at us, "Present your identification tags."
I frowned. Neither Sylvia nor I had such a thing. When has this been a requirement for the Scholar's capital? They were famous for having open borders.
The guard put the spear in my face, "Show us or get lost!"
Sylvia growled at them, "Watch where you are pointing that thing!"
More guards surrounded us as soon as they heard the commotion and noticed our suspicious appearances. The one leading shouted at us, "You! Remove your hood! Or else we will attack!"
Sylvia stepped behind me and whispered, "Mo… What should we do? If I take off my hood..."
