Dragon Clouds City. Shield District. Dawn.
The golden morning sun had just dyed the sky red, chasing away the slight bit of cold night air. The dim street brightened gradually.
Some people were finally seen in the seemingly abandoned Shield District. The number of people walking on the streets and passing through the alleys increased.
This street in Shield District was right where the calamities arrived in the past. The houses were scattered, and the terrain spacious and empty. There was practically no shelter, and there were even rumors of ghosts haunting the place during the night.
"Look at the dispirited, careless way they're conducting themselves." Gleeward hid behind a low fence, then extended his head to look at a very small patrol outpost in the distance. He stroked his wheelchair in discontentment. "You want to catch the prince like that? Does that dead-face know that his orders are being executed like this?"
