"Finally here," the boy muttered, his voice barely audible over the hum of the bustling crowd.
He stood before the towering gates of the city, the grand entrance alive with activity.
People in pristine robes flowed steadily into the city, their expressions somewhat excited.
He glanced down at his own attire, white bloodstained dress. The dried, crimson streaks clung stubbornly to the fabric, standing out against the clean, polished appearances of those around him.
The faint metallic scent of dried blood lingered in the air, drawing glances his way.
The beasts he had slain during his journey back to the city had paid the price for their misstep. The thought made his lips twitch into a faint smirk.
The path back to the city had been anything but easy.
Deep in the forest, he had encountered something strange, a massive herd of beasts moving together, a sight so unusual it froze him in his tracks.
