The gate to the ruined temple, barely held together by two old wooden planks, creaked in the wind and rain.
Six figures clad in Heavy Armor stepped into the temple. Rainwater slid down the edges of their cold armor, splattering onto the ground and creating murky puddles.
These people surrounded a figure—a young man of seventeen or eighteen, handsome and with an extraordinary air.
At his side, a maidservant in a green dress followed closely.
"Young Master, there's no other shelter from the rain in this wilderness. Should we make do here for the night?"
The maidservant looked to be about eighteen years old, with an oval face and a pearl hairpin in her hair.
As she spoke, her eyes swept over their surroundings, and she whispered to the young man beside her.
The young man nodded slightly, looking inside the ruined temple.
