While Adam and Desmond toiled for Louis until the sky darkened and the wind blew cold, someone stirred on the western edge of the noble district, where castles didn't rise, pedestrians didn't venture, and enforcers abhorred every second assigned to work at this bestial building.
Those enforcers often joked about how the mana restraining bars resembled fangs, how they felt trapped inside a colossal stomach in the damp darkness that obscured enchanted walls, and how the stench of humans left to rot for centuries clung to them even after they received new assignments.
