Atlas and the girls stood in line as panicked citizens and traders sought refuge at Wildreach. While waiting, he gazed at the city's massive protective wall made from Sea Stone that gleamed in the afternoon sun.
The walls rose nearly one hundred meters high, adorned with numerous cannons and towers spaced every ten meters. Atlas couldn't discern anything beyond the imposing fortifications from his vantage point on the road outside.
He noticed hundreds of guards atop the wall looking like they were preparing for something by loading the weapons. Atlas turned to Estelle, ''Can the smuggler get us out of the city?'' he asked nervously.
The blonde nodded, ''Yes, Le Messie Élu. There's no need to worry; we will be in Volantis by tomorrow afternoon.''
