Chapter 520: The West Gate
Content Warning: This chapter contains references to sexual violence, rape, and exploitation of minors. Reader discretion is advised.
One Month Before
The men were laughing.
Their voices carried easily through the thinning forest as they made their way west.
Branches cracked beneath boots. A cart rattled loudly behind them, its wooden wheels bumping against the earth. The iron rims screeched every now and then when they struck stone.
The cart was heavy.
Heavy with the things they had taken from the Black Market.
Heavy with things they had bought from Owl.
And heavy with things they had stolen.
The men surrounding it were in excellent spirits.
Some of them were still smeared with blood, but none of them seemed to care.
"Did you see the look on that merchant's face?" one of the warriors said between bursts of laughter.
Another slapped his shoulder. "Which one? They all looked like they'd pissed themselves."
