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After getting dressed, Rayal stood in the silent ruins, where the bloody scent and the shadow of death intertwined into a tragic scene. He gazed at the bodies on the ground, those lives that once held hope and dreams now lay quietly, unable to tell their unfinished stories.
Rayal took a deep breath, his heart filled with complex emotions, a mix of sympathy and guilt for these innocent people, as well as uncertainty and confusion about his own future. But he knew that staying here would only unsettle the souls of the deceased, and he had to leave this place shrouded in tragedy to find a new path.
He closed his eyes, trying to block out the suffocating memories. When he opened them again, his inner emotions had been covered by a layer of cold determination. Rayal understood that these victims didn't need sympathy, but someone to prevent more tragedies from happening. He decided to be that person, even if the path ahead was unknown, even if he was in a desperate situation.
As he turned away from Beginner's village, it felt like his heart was gradually moving away from the bindings of the past with each step. The feeling of the earth under his feet changed from soft to solid, just like his determination. The sky beyond the village seemed particularly vast, with rows of evening clouds resembling burning flames, illuminating his path as if to say: even if the world falls into darkness, there is always light.
He had no destination, no clear direction, just an instinctual desire to get away from it all. The path beneath his feet seemed to present endless possibilities, and the only thing he was certain of was that no matter how difficult the road ahead, he would start anew and rediscover the part of himself that fought for justice. Each step felt heavy, as if it were his determination to escape the past.
The sun slowly set, leaving behind a colorful glow on the horizon, and Rayal took his first step into a new life in this fading sunlight. He didn't know where this path would lead him, or how he would face the unknown challenges that awaited him, but he was sure that as long as justice remained in his heart, his footsteps would never stop.
Walking on the road, Rayal kept his head down, the brim of his hat pressed low, concealing the green light in his eyes. He didn't want the people passing by to remember his face. Although he longed to become a symbol of justice, right now, what he needed more was secrecy and anonymity, at least until he became strong enough to no longer need to hide.
As he walked, he occasionally encountered caravans and travelers coming and going, most of them heading towards Beginner's village, perhaps simply for trade or adventure. Their conversations, the sound of hooves, and even the jingling of their goods all wove vivid scenes of the journey on this land. Rayal would sometimes cast envious glances, but quickly withdrew them, knowing that his journey was vastly different from theirs.
On the muddy road, Rayal's speed increased, like a gust of wind cutting through the long road. His footsteps did not stop until he reached a fork in the road. There stood two signposts, one pointing to the bustling Accra Castle, and the other to the tranquil Suoyan Town. The name of Accra Castle resonated with opportunity and challenge in Rayal's heart, while Suoyan Town carried a distant and unknown sense of tranquility.
Accra Castle, a metropolis with numerous adventurers, merchants, and scholars, has a vast information network and abundant resources. For Rayal, who is eager to understand this world and seek the path to self-redemption, it seems like an ideal choice. He needs not only answers but also the accumulation of strength and the improvement of his own abilities, and this city seems to be able to provide him with all of that.
After a moment's consideration, Rayal decided to set out for Accra Castle. He understood that this choice might be filled with risks, but it also held opportunities. He looked forward to finding the key to rewriting his destiny in this city. Perhaps the library there could provide him with knowledge of the world, the tavern's intelligence could help him understand the situation, and the adventurers' guild might be where he could find companions.
As night fell and the sky was covered in darkness, only sparse starlight seemed to flicker in loneliness, accompanied by a gentle breeze lingering in the air. Rayal's heartbeat quickened with the deepening night. He understood that in this vast and unknown land, the night was not only a symbol of tranquility but also the beginning of unknown dangers.
His footsteps quickened and grew powerful, their sound echoing in the open space, as if reminding him that countless lives were peering at him from the darkness. The road seemed longer in the night, no longer a straight line in the daylight, but a winding path leading to the unknown.
And just ahead, the silhouette of Accra Castle gradually became clear, its grandeur resembling a lighthouse in the sea, guiding the lost back to the harbor. But Rayal's heart did not settle upon seeing the city lights, because he knew that beneath those lights lay countless risks for him.
As he approached the city wall, he could feel its imposing presence even more. The wall was tall and sturdy, with a weathered look between the bricks, as if each giant stone was telling the story of the city's past. On the wall, the shadows of guards could be seen from time to time, with swords at their waists and torches in their hands, casting serious expressions. The prosperity of the city in the chaotic world was inseparable from these loyal guards.
The guards were extremely vigilant, not only checking the identities of those entering the city, but also seemed to be searching for a specific kind of danger. Whenever someone attempted to enter the city gates, the guards would scrutinize them with cold and sharp eyes, only allowing passage after ensuring their safety. This strict inspection was undoubtedly a huge obstacle for Rayal.
He knew that his current notoriety was like a huge target, easily attracting unnecessary attention. If he was accidentally discovered by the guards, not only would he have no hope of entering the city, but he might also be punished severely as a criminal. Rayal needed not only to enter the city, but to do so silently and without causing any disturbance.
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