Milena~
Has she gone nuts?
Arriving outside, I glance around, taking cognitive notes of the surroundings. Tall gothic walls stand at the edge of the packhouse, giving it a timeworn look. The building fabrics are made of maze, different from my home in Virethorn. Bricks, wood, and fine glass are the materials used in my pack.
Alpha Dragomir’s taste is outdated. Anyway, what do I care?
Surveying the exit, I nip my fingers as my mind calculates best ways to pass through the iron flame gate with giant Gothic four pillars planted at each end, guarding the environment. Tons of warriors move to and fro around the gate with their hands stuck on their swords, always ready to strike.
A few other warriors stand as carvings at each end of the pillar, dressed in war armor and weapons. Honestly, t
