The initial rush of arrival died as they neared the city gates. The atmosphere hit them immediately—tense, heavy. Danger hidden in every shadow.
Turk and William walked point.
"So what now?" Turk's gaze tracked across the derelict buildings. "What's the move?"
With this many people, keeping everyone safe would be difficult. Moving through without drawing attention? Difficult was generous. Try impossible.
They needed a secure location for the group, and they needed to know what kind of trial waited for them.
William shook his head. "No clue. Let's poke around, see what this demon city's about."
They'd barely crossed the threshold when the unexpected happened.
A man clad in black armor appeared before them. William's hand dropped to his sword—pure instinct, ready to draw if this turned hostile.
"Welcome to the Demon City," the man said, a smile forming beneath his helm. "I'm merely a soul fragment left to guard this place. You've come for the inheritance?"
