Dragon Clouds City. The doorway at the back of the First Gatehouse.
Countless fully-equipped soldiers from Black Sand Region surrounded the two carriages and their attendants tightly, leaving no room for movement. With unpleasant expressions, they stared at the uninvited guests who had the guts to break into the gatehouse.
Sitting in the carriage and watching the large number of enemies through the carriage window, Thales felt his skin crawl.
'This is really bad.'
This was what they had to face on the other side after braving the dangerous possibility of a pincer attack, charging past a hail of arrows that barely missed their scalps, and staking everything on their attempt to break into the gatehouse.
Thales clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth and suppressed the panic in his heart.
'Calm down.
'Calm down, Thales.
'It's not that bad yet.'
