Approaching an empty city

Taking a pill out of storage and swallowing it, it was noticeable how the cuts began to slowly heal.

Feeling the cold of the mountain below me with my back, I looked at the sky, where the clouds were slowly creeping under the influence of the wind in different directions.

Having had enough of admiring it, I began to slowly lift it, and a green forest appeared to my gaze, which had no end, remembering which side the city was in, I began to peer in that direction.

It was difficult for me to see anything from behind the trees, and as I continued to peer, I noticed that in that direction the density of the forest was becoming less dense.

Keirin and I had no information about the size of this city, but it was not our goal when we collected news about the Avel capital.

Remembering which direction I needed to go, I turned my gaze beyond this place towards the mountains where the wyverns were supposed to live.

They were higher, the forest next to them was noticeably thinning out showing the ground, I was pleased that I was able to confirm my path in my head.

First I planned to visit the city and only then the mountains in search of wyverns. Feeling my muscles continue to ache, I postponed my descent from this cliff; I had no desire to test the protection of my armor in this way.

Leaning back, I continued to watch the sky, my thoughts wandered from the spirit of the forest to the capital.

What did Amolinglou mean when he said that I would find part of the answers in the capital of the Avelei and in the sanctuary of the chosen gods?

And I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me. Was it the spirit of the forest? I did not exclude this possibility, the forest was his territory and most likely keeping me under supervision was not a problem for him.

Feeling my muscles begin to hurt less and less, I began to slowly rise to my haunches and slowly approach the edge.

Trying not to look at the ground, I began to look for opportunities to rest my feet on and what ledges I could grab onto.

Sighing, there was a feeling that my hands began to tremble again, but clenching them into fists, I began to slowly go down, resting my feet on the pre-selected stones and grabbing the ledge, I began to slowly go down.

At the moment of descent, I realized that, unlike the ascent, now a lot depended not only on the hands but also on the legs.

If my feet fell off the rock, then the stone I was holding on to with my hands could quickly fall out of the rock due to my weight.

Sweat again began to accumulate on my body, the descent took longer than I climbed, whether this was due to the fact that the muscles of my body hurt or the fear of falling from a cliff, I did not know.

At some moments, one foot slipped off the stone and there was a risk of falling down, but trying not to panic, I put my foot back on the stone and continued the slow descent down. Some beads of sweat began to accumulate on my eyes and sting them.

Having passed my face along the shoulder, moisture was noticeable on it, trying not to pay attention, I went downstairs. Such situations arose a couple more times until I ended up on the ground.

Once on the ground, I ran my hand over my forehead, removing the sweat that had accumulated on my head.

The descent from the mountain was more difficult than I thought, feeling my body hurt from contact with the stones, I began to slowly walk towards what I took to be the city.

On the way to the city of Avelei the sounds of someone walking through the forest were heard; I had no desire to meet with someone who made these sounds without any particular need.

Looking at the trees, I noticed that they looked younger than those that I came across on the way to the bandit camp or at the beginning of the forest.

Thinking about where it would be best to try to fit the sphere of darkness into the armor of the harbinger, I came to the conclusion that the best place would be the capital of the avelei.

I had no possible assumptions about what would happen to me and the armor, and the bandit camp was nearby if I tried to do this in the city where I was going.

I had fears that there might be robbers in this city or those who had escaped from the baron and his demands for payment of tribute.

But the closer I walked, I couldn't hear any sounds that representatives of the races made if they lived in this city.

I had no desire to kill without reason, but if they noticed me, I would most likely have to kill them. Sighing, I caught myself thinking that I didn't mind thinking about taking someone's life.

I didn't care, was it possible that this was also part of the fact that I began to change?

Remembering what I was like before and what I have become now, there was a noticeable big difference between me.

Feeling like I was stepping on something strange with my foot, I looked down and a paved road of stones that once most likely connected cities and villages appeared to my gaze.

As I lowered myself to the ground, I felt how my knees and back still hurt; running my fingers along the road, it was noticeable how, under the influence of time, plants and earth began to fill the road.

Looking in the direction I imagined how the Avili and guests in their country traveled along this road in ancient times.

Now the road was almost completely covered with grass and earth, shaking my head at the thought that I was the first guest here in a long time and slowly rising, trying not to hurt my legs and back, I continued my way along the road that led towards the city.

Looking around, I could see how trees grow neatly along this road; I was interested to see what was here before the exodus of the avelei.

Daylight illuminated my path and I had no fear that I would not notice anything on the way to the city.

Approaching closer to the city, I began to notice the walls that were quite high, listening, fearing that after all, someone lived in the city, but to my relief I could not hear anyone.