"Is that Rivendale?" Ardiel asked, squinting at the silhouette of the walled city on the horizon.
"How would I know? I've never been to Rivendale in my life," Reno replied, breathless from the relentless running since they left Nafisa Oasis.
He didn't even have the chance to ask Ardiel about the changes he had noticed in his heart.
Both of them were too busy rushing toward the capital.
As they approached the entrance of the city, they saw guards meticulously inspecting every carriage and wagon coming in and out.
Even magisters and aurors like them were subjected to thorough checks.
"Strange," Ardiel remarked, raising an eyebrow.
"This inspection seems different from the usual."
It was typical for major cities like Rivendale to take precautions with visitors, especially since Wyrmport had implemented similar measures.
"Good morning, Sir," Ardiel addressed the knight on guard as they approached the long line.
