Ethan, seething with rage, stormed through the city streets with a full unit of guards in pursuit. From the west side all the way to the heart of the city, he ran like a man possessed. Up ahead loomed the massive inner wall of the city center. Above the arched gate were three words he couldn't read, but they didn't need translation—this had to be the City Lord's manor.
Moments ago, he'd spotted a shifty-eyed old man slipping through that gate. The man radiated the unmistakable aura of a Priest and was flanked by four Transcendent-rank warriors. High-ranking, no doubt. While Ethan didn't recognize the old man from the West Gate Tower, the four warriors were familiar—they were the commanders of the City Guard.
Chaos erupted behind him. The echo of boots and shouted commands followed his trail.
"Stop him!"
"Don't let him through!"
"Block the gate!"
