Thoren walked along the quiet, deserted road. Tall trees lined both sides, their thick branches stretching overhead and blocking much of the sunlight.
Under normal circumstances, the area would have been calm and serene, the gentle rustle of leaves offering a peaceful atmosphere entirely.
But today, the silence felt different.
It was as though this section of the Muster Ground had been deliberately emptied.
Thoren kept walking without slowing, his four undead servants following closely behind, their footsteps heavy against the paved road.
At the end of the road stood a small, ordinary-looking building, unremarkable in every way.
It wasn't large and it carried no visible defensive structures and bore none of the military symbols that would draw a second glance.
Anyone passing through would probably walk right past it without a thought.
But Thoren knew better..
