Bab 145: White River (1)

The broad white river meandered along the plain like a ribbon. Past the hills, the mountains, and the forest, it flowed on into a swathe of gray-greenish canyon.

A herd of wild bulls stampeded along the creek as cheetahs flashed among the bushes every now and then.

"Screech!"

A black eagle circled the sky, watching its prey on the ground.

A young man cloaked in a gray cape was standing beside a thick old tree in the canyon. Slowly, he lifted up his mask and veiled hat and glanced at the black eagle. Then, his gaze fell towards a broad cliff in the middle of the canyon.

A large fortress rose out of the cliff. It was an intricately designed graying white city.

The city was enveloped by a thick gray wall. Thick sharp spikes protruded out of the wall in all directions. Lots of traffic could be spotted going up and down the mountain path leading to the city entrance.