It was almost sundown back in their world.
And the massive gates of the city were getting closed, by order of King Oberon due to the recent curfew imposed after the demon attacks.
Security had been tightened considerably over the past few days.
The gates were only to be opened at sundown if a ruler from one of the other kingdoms who had been rescued, chose to leave or if another ruler arrived to retrieve their ward.
Two guards stood stationed at the base of the gates while several others patrolled along the top of the walls above them.
They guards at stationed atop, saw a figure approach from down the road leading toward Dragonhold's entrance.
He wore white robes, and in one hand he carried a long staff.
The figure continued walking until he was only a few dozen meters away from the gate itself.
That was when spaced seemed to distorted for just a second and in an instant, Aiden's time variant stood directly in front of the approaching man.
