The sea breeze carried a hint of chill, weaving through the alleys. The noble estate, surrounded by towering walls, cast large shadows under the moonlight.
"Is it here?"
Barbos looked at the dockworker leading the way with an inquiring gaze.
"Yes, the Governor resides here."
Bali nodded vigorously, unable to conceal his excitement and exhilaration.
His dream was coming true. The Holy Dragon Emperor was about to conquer this port city. When leading this esteemed guest to Upper City, he had already seen the dragon-men disembarking from the docked vessels.
Though these dragon-men lacked wings and appeared weaker than this dignitary, their numbers were overwhelming, a fact clear even to a dockworker with limited insight like him.
The intention of this group of dragon-men was malicious; as he arrived, the defensive forces at the dock had already been dismantled. The dragon-men were taking over the port.
"Hmm."
