章節 127: DNB

The path to the imperial castle stretched out before Turai, Gareth and Director Ashline, winding through narrow streets lined with ancient stone buildings.

The city of Hazorh lay in an uneasy slumber, the usual hum of night markets and distant revelry conspicuously absent replaced by the constant explosions and screamings here and there.

The violence all around pressed against them like a weight, and Turai's senses were heightened, every flicker of movement catching his eye.

Beside him, Gareth moved with quiet confidence, his hand never straying far from his weapon. Director Ashline led the way, his pace brisk and purposeful.

Turai's mind replayed the dying words of Assistant Darwin, the chilling mention of the "Great Usurping" and the "Forgotten Ones." What kind of madness had they stumbled into? The question lingered, unanswered and heavy.

"Keep alert," Ashline murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper. "We're not out of danger yet."