The journey to Megmura was a blur of days and nights, spent mostly in silence, punctuated by Herald's terse instructions and my own frantic internal monologue. We moved with a relentless pace, avoiding main roads, sleeping under the skies in concealed clearings, always vigilant. My body, still recovering from that bandit duel, ached constantly, but the physical discomfort was a mere feel compared to the thoughts brewing in my mind.
I kept glancing at Herald as we walked, he was somewhat of an ominous presence beside me. My gaze lingered on his profile. What kind of place was Megmura to shape such a man? A man who wielded terrifying power with casual brutality, who spoke of centuries-old wars and cults as if they were everyday occurrences.
