Beihai Province, Yanjiao.
An unknown village.
The sky was covered with dense clouds.
A drizzle fell gently, with occasional dull rumbles of thunder echoing from the horizon, rolling in, the bright lightning flashing intermittently among the continuous dark clouds.
Different weather every ten miles.
From the Imperial Capital to Yanjiao, the weather had grown increasingly harsh.
Alek walked on a country path that had become somewhat muddy, his brow furrowed.
For no reason.
Only because...
He had the feeling that someone was following him!
This feeling wasn't very strong when he first left the Imperial Capital, almost non-existent, but the further he walked towards Yanjiao, the more desolate and open the place, the stronger the feeling became.
Until now...
He had arrived in the village.
The feeling had reached its peak!
"Plop—"
"Plop—"
"..."
The sound of footsteps echoed clearly in the drizzling rain.
Alek stopped in his tracks and suddenly turned his head.
