The towering walls of the Royal Capital finally appeared on the horizon as the afternoon sun began its gradual descent, casting a golden glow over the enormous city that served as the beating heart of the kingdom.
Hundreds of carriages, merchants, travelers, and armed escorts crowded the broad road leading toward the main gates, creating a seemingly endless procession of people eager to enter before nightfall.
Among them was a rather ordinary-looking carriage accompanied by several horses, its exterior bearing none of the extravagant decorations commonly associated with wealthy merchants or noble families.
However, anyone who bothered to examine its passengers closely would have noticed that they were anything but ordinary.
Inside the carriage, Sage sat comfortably against the cushioned seat, his eyes lowered toward a thick leather-bound notebook resting on his lap.
