As Dean and his group ventured deeper into the Sharqi Kingdom, a surge of excitement coursed through him. The closer they drew to the city, the more his anticipation grew, fueled by his burning desire to sever the heads of those wretched individuals who had brought so much suffering into his life.
"Hahh... Hahh..." The lady who accompanied them struggled to catch her breath, her fatigue evident from the strenuous journey they had undertaken thus far. Sensing her exhaustion, Dean glanced back at her with concern.
"Hahh... Hahh... Can we pause here for a moment and rest? I can't walk another step," the lady requested, her voice strained.
Dean's gaze turned towards the sky, noting that the sun still had a considerable distance to traverse before it would disappear below the horizon. They had yet to reach their destination.
