'We're here.' Azel thought as he observed the citadel in front of him.
It looked so… big. There were massive gates that simply couldn't be compared to the gates in the Grayside.
The difference was staggering, like comparing a shack to a palace. These gates were made of black iron reinforced with enchantments that glowed in the darkness.
They rose at least fifty feet high, maybe even sixty, and were wide enough for ten people to walk through side by side without touching shoulders.
There was even traffic in front of these gates. Dozens of Reapers moving in and out in a steady stream, merchants with carts full of goods and groups of skeletal soldiers marching in formation.
He could see Grim Reapers of various ranks positioning themselves on the walls at the gates while guards stood at attention with weapons ready, watching everything that moved with sharp eyes.
