Chapter 84 – At the Gates of Stone
The looming walls of the city finally came into view, and Veyron let out a long, ragged breath.
"Haahhh… damned wall… finally visible," he muttered, his voice carrying both relief and irritation. His boots dragged through the dirt road, dust clinging to his trousers. Every muscle in his body ached from the non-stop trek, but his pride wouldn't allow him to slow down.
Behind him trailed his entourage—eight servants, all armored in dented gear, their faces pale with exhaustion. One man was half-conscious, slung over another's back. His jaw clenched tight in pain, while a long, ugly gash stretched across his back, blood long since dried and crusted into the fabric of his clothes.
