Arthur and the Knight of Loyalty left the west district and went straight toward the palace. The streets were no longer empty as travelers left or arrived at the city.
A giant bridge separated the city from the palace grounds. Underneath the bridge was a river with a powerful stream strong enough to drag anyone away. The loud noise should have deafened whoever tried to cross, but the bridge was eerily quiet.
"There are no guards?" Arthur asked with confusion.
"The bridge itself is a guard," Loyalty answered. "I once saw a man try to cross. Skeleton arms rose from the bridge and threw him into the river. The moment someone tries to cross, they appear."
"I would like to see them try," Arthur said with a smile. He stepped forward, and his shoe landed on the pitch-black bridge. A sea of skeletal arms rose from the bridge, like a blooming field of white flowers.
Arthur advanced.
