Chapter 237: A Walking Racial Compendium

The group crossed the gravel path at the edge of the docking area and walked toward the main gate of Darkness Fortress.

The moment they passed through the gatehouse, an odor mixed with rust, sulfur, and charcoal washed over them.

Looking around, they saw a street wide enough for more than ten Firemane Beasts to pass side-by-side. The road was paved with large, dark gray stone slabs, their surfaces covered in scratches and pits of varying depths.

These were the marks left by the rolling of war chariots, the stomping of heavy boots, and the dragging of weapons, layered one on top of the other like a piece of paper that had been written on and erased time and time again.

The buildings on both sides were low and solid, with uniform gray-black stone walls. The windows were so narrow that only one person could stick their head through, resembling arrow slits more than openings for light.

There were no artistic decorations, only a bare, undisguised pragmatism.