One fine day, the wind was surging in Nardor. It was the day of Liam's revolt.
On that day, the entire village was closed to protect the civilians from the air pollution that was soon to follow.
Clara stood in front of the mirror and masked her facial features using dark face paint.
Wearing coarse clothes like an ordinary peasant woman, she walked out silently, closing the door gently behind her.
She walked along a path in the village until she reached the Nardor border checkpoint.
As long as she passed that checkpoint, she could leave Nardor.
Her heart began to beat faster.
She had been waiting for this day for a long time.
Perhaps because of the news of Liam's revolt, there were a lot of people leaving Nardor. It seemed like they all didn't want to be involved in the uprising.
Soldiers with guns guarded the border.
Everyone who wanted to cross the border had to let the soldiers check their identification cards first.
Clara was no exception.
