"Let's go," Kael muttered. "We don't have a lot of time."
He didn't want to waste another second. They needed to get Caius and find a way to get out of this messed-up world.
As they walked toward their inn, they saw the owner of the diner—and the people who were present there—all arrested by the elite guards.
They were different from the normal guards. These ones were bigger, more built, and wore fancier equipment. They carried double-handed axes and long swords sharp enough to cleave a man in half.
The mages carried long staffs with glowing red orbs on the tip. They walked with pride, power, and authority as they dragged the men through the streets, surrounded by the people living in the kingdom.
One of the men started to scream, "The Demon Lord has returned to save us all!"
Just like that, one by one, everyone started cheering.
He looked at them. They were filled with joy—and most importantly, hope. The hope of being saved.
"Damn you, old man," he muttered under his breath.
