บท 154: Reaping the Fruits of What You've Planted

When Garret Darksoul woke up in his bed the next day, safe and sound, he was relieved. The nightmare had been frightening.

But when he opened the curtains of the large window in his room, which had a panoramic view of Klento City, he saw a large column of smoke coming from the center of the city, and it certainly wasn't coming from a chimney.

"Thorne!!!" called Garret, his voice carrying an urgency he rarely showed.

The bedroom door opened almost immediately, revealing Thorne, Garret's faithful assistant, a tall young man, always impeccably dressed, with thin-framed glasses that gave him an even more intellectual appearance.

"Sir, good morning. Has something happened?" Thorne asked, apparently a bit confused.

"Get a wagon ready. We're going to the harbor." Garret ordered and dressed quickly.