Creak—
The great gates of The Wall swung open.
Alec stood at the threshold, his expression calm but alert as several figures approached.
"Welcome to Black Tortoise," he said formally.
"Are we allowed to enter?" Liergu asked, raising the Customs Clearance Document in his hand, uncertain whether another inspection was required.
"Please, come in," Alec replied, motioning them forward.
After passing through two previous checkpoints, The Wall required no further inspection—its guards merely kept order and maintained security.
"It seems there's no more checking to do," Liergu remarked as he led his team through the gate.
They stepped onto a clean, stone-paved street. The place was quiet—almost eerily so—but every building along the road was built with care, its structure elegant and modern.
Exquisite shopfronts lined both sides, their colorful signs swaying gently in the wind. Though the street appeared deserted, the faint aroma of cooking filled the air.
