The steel beast raced across the vast wilderness, its steam pistons continuously working, producing a rhythmic dull thud.
Hours flew by as Jose watched the changing scenery outside the window and listened to Hera recount the empire's history, filled with words like "loyalty" and "gratitude."
However, those overly embellished histories made Jose a bit irritated.
This guy was beyond saving.
She had already been bewitched by that Red Dragon, becoming the spiritual slave of that Evil Dragon Emperor.
Jose thought to himself.
"Look! It's a city!"
Soon, an eagle-eyed guard spotted the black city walls gradually emerging in the distance.
Jose looked over, and the city was far grander and more formidable than he had imagined, giving an intangible sense of oppression, with wyverns seemingly patrolling the sky.
"This should be the so-called Isdalia, the capital of the Ashen Empire."
He thought to himself.
