Riding atop the lizard's back as they ascended the mountain with dazzling speed, Ian scanned the surroundings, alert and uneasy.
Just as the rumors claimed, there were no soldiers stationed near Drakmire Bastion. It was as if the entire city had been abandoned.
But how could that be possible? The city was an incredibly important strategic point. Even if the war was still in its early stages, by now the mountain should've been littered with corpses, thick with the scent of iron.
That was not the case, however. It just looked like any normal, ordinary mountain. It was quite—too quiet—and Ian did not like that.
He threw a glance towards his leader. He debated if he should call upon him and share his worries. It wasn't just because Hugo was the bandit leader, but just his appearance alone made people hesitate to speak to him. Close to two meters, with two great axes resting upon his back, his hair was short, black like a raven, and his beard was rough.
