"It's hung quite high, very conspicuous."
Mael Valerius stared at the sign on the city wall for a long time before he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Suddenly, he raised his hand with a wave.
"Crack!"
The wooden sign shattered into powder in an instant, softly falling down.
Though the noise wasn't loud, it still alarmed the beastmen patrolling the tribe.
Tonight, it happened to be Finn Arcanus's turn to patrol with the beastmen of the tribe; upon hearing the noise, he came over almost immediately with a torch in hand.
The sound of footsteps, pattering, was particularly clear in the silent night.
Mael Valerius's expression shifted slightly, noticing someone approaching, but he didn't care.
He propped himself up with one hand on the wall, flipping over and landing inside the city walls; the moonlight stretched his shadow long.
The patrol's torches gradually came closer; his figure flickered, hiding in the city wall's shadow.
