It was half past three in the early dawn, a time when the sun still hesitated to unveil its brilliance. The world bathed in shadows, deserted streets echoing with the eerie sounds of nocturnal creatures lurking in the darkness.
The vehicle glided through the quiet streets, a solitary presence in the predawn stillness. As it reached a station, Mazen cast a glance over the rearview mirror, his eyes reflecting the dim glow of the dashboard.
"We've reached the border of the Kingdom," he remarked, his voice cutting through the quiet ambiance of the sleeping city. The anticipation of crossing into uncharted territory hung in the air, as the car stood poised on the threshold between the familiar and the unknown.
The closed eyes snapped open, their bright red gleam cutting through the darkened interior of the car.
Christian acknowledged Mazen's statement with a subtle nod, his gaze lingering on the still-sleeping figure beside him.
