A carriage soared above a vibrant city. Despite the wrongs done to this metropolis, it still stood majestically—a testament to its architectural immortality.
Today, the vehicle's inhabitants headed to a place known as the hell in heaven: Aradric district. Out of all the boroughs, it was both the smallest... and the most dangerous.
Residing in this locale, Alistair's goal lingered. That sickening presence became stronger than ever, taunting him. Even in the reflective glass, Alistair thought he saw a faint image: a bloodied rat.
However, as he tried to look closer, the picture vanished. The only thing left was the view of skyscraper buildings.
Reginald at the front sensed Alistair's low mood and asked, "Young Sir, anything on your mind?"
"Alot, mostly this mission. Now I think more about it, the more it seems suspicious," Alistair replied; a gloomy expression settled on his face—something was amiss.
