Aurora was very curious to see the Rogue King’s headquarter.
They had heard a lot of rumors about this place, the Grace Ruin. But none of the people they knew had actually set foot here.
Until today.
They arrived at the mysterious land.
It was actually a beautiful city with ancient and exotic architectures. The streets winded through a mosaic of buildings, from towering spires to weathered stone bridges arching gracefully over the canals.
The scent of spices mingled with the melodies of street musicians, flooding into the car through the lowered window.
“Well, it is actually not that bad.”
Aurora whispered to Damien while watching a group of children running down the street, chasing a falling kite.
“It is nothing like what I have imagined before.”
“What have you imagined?”
