Thoren walked through the quiet street with slow measure steps. His undead minions surrounded him like a fortress.
For additional security, he took out his Iron sword and gripped it tightly. His eyes frequently wandered around.
'What fuck is stalking me.' He cursed inwardly.
Since he arrived near the ancient city, he had a feeling of being watched.
However, he couldn't sense the direction of the feeling. It was as if everything around him was watching him which was crazy.
He took a deep breath to calm his racing heart. He took another and entered another street.
The street houses many luxurious buildings. He walked toward one of the buildings and tried to enter only to realize it was locked.
"What is this feeling?" He creased his brow.
Although the building was mysteriously locked, when his hand touched the wooden door.
He got a strange feeling.
It was as if he was not touching a door. He couldn't wrap his head around the feeling.
