More than ten days passed like this, and one morning, the long-silent capital suddenly became noisy.
A man wearing a cloak rode a horse and galloped through the quiet streets of the city. The hooves struck the glossy black stones on the ground, making rapid clattering sounds. The gray-black hood covered his head and face, making it impossible to see his appearance, except for the lower half of his face that was slightly exposed, with tense and taut lines on his cheek showing a sense of tension.
His hands gripped the reins tightly, and his legs occasionally clamped the horse's belly, fearing that the speed would slow down, seemingly unconcerned about the possibility of the hooves slipping on the stone-paved ground.
