The surroundings were filled with dried up ponds. They contrasted against the almost pristine lush lawn that ran between each pond. And in front of Blake was a black polished stone pathway that led to the black palace ahead.
Blake did not know what to expect, but he did hope that no matter what, he could at least escape with the three girls at his side. While he did not have any strong emotional attachment to them, he was responsible for their well being and they would also soon become his concubines. He would not leave them to fend for themselves if he could save them.
"You!" A voice came from behind him. It was not just someone calling out to him but actually yelling in anger.
