The wagon caravans came to a stop in a neat line.
However, the passengers didn't disembark just yet.
Raizel stood up and observed from the back of his caravan.
Ahead of him, five or six caravans were undergoing routine inspections and paying entrance fees to the city guards.
Towering above them loomed a massive, 20-meter-high iron wall—thick, imposing, and proud, like an unbreakable shield that had weathered countless wars and invasions.
The scratches and dents on the wall told the prideful history it carried.
How did they build such a marvel? The answer could only be magic—mages must have played a crucial role in its creation.
The city wall stretched seemingly endlessly in both directions, making the caravans look like mere ants before its grandeur.
From his position, Raizel could see several guard posts stationed along the top of the wall, with patrols casually moving about.
Very soon, it was Raizel's group's turn.
