Elder White Fang and Lord Terrace walked steadily toward the Soulor Empire’s main gate, their carriage trailing behind them in the queue.
The area surrounding the gate was bustling with activity, with three distinct carriage queues and multiple lines of human travelers waiting for inspection. Each carriage line was managed by three guards, ensuring the process moved efficiently despite the sheer number of entrants.
As they approached, Elder White Fang’s sharp eyes scanned the scene. Travelers shuffled impatiently in their lines, while guards worked tirelessly to check documents and inspect carriages. At the far end of the gate, seated near a makeshift desk, a high-ranking guard oversaw the operations.
“Oh!” The moment the seated guard’s gaze fell on Elder White Fang, his expression transformed into one of recognition and excitement. Rising abruptly, he abandoned his post and began striding quickly toward the elder, his movements brimming with enthusiasm.
When he reached them, he stopped in front of White Fang, saluting sharply before breaking into a broad smile. “GreatvElder White Fang! It’s been years! I never thought I’d see you here again,” he exclaimed, his tone filled with genuine warmth.
White Fang chuckled softly, clasping the man’s shoulder. “General Saph,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. “You’ve hardly changed.”
The other guards nearby noticed the interaction and immediately straightened, saluting both White Fang and Lord Terrace. The attention of the bustling lines momentarily shifted to the two imposing figures, whispers spreading among the crowd about the importance of these visitors.
After a moment, White Fang turned slightly, gesturing toward his companion. “General Saph, allow me to introduce Lord Terrace, the current head of the Terrace family.”
At the mention of the Terrace family, Saph’s demeanor grew even more respectful. He saluted again, this time to Lord Terrace, before extending his hand for a handshake. “It’s an honor to meet you, Lord Terrace,” he said. “The Terrace family name is legendary, even in the Soulor Empire. To meet its lord in person is a rare privilege.”
Terrace shook the general’s hand firmly, his expression polite but reserved. “The honor is mine, General,” he replied. “Though it seems my name precedes me, I’m glad it has reached even this far.”
Saph grinned. “You’re far too modest, my lord. Stories of your family’s strength and integrity are well-known among us. I imagine the emperor himself would be delighted to meet you.”
“We’re here to ensure that happens,” Lord Terrace said, his tone measured.
Elder White Fang nodded in agreement, glancing at Saph. “How have things been here? It seems the Soulor Empire is as busy as ever.”
Saph sighed, his smile fading slightly. “Busy is an understatement, Elder. With tensions rising across the continents, the capital has become a hub of activity. The emperor has been holding meetings in different regions to address the growing concerns.”
White Fang’s expression grew thoughtful. “It seems our timing is fortunate, then. We’re here to speak with the emperor directly.”
At this, Saph straightened even further, his eyes alight with purpose. “If you’re heading to see the emperor, I’d be honored to accompany you. He’s currently in a nearby region attending a high-level meeting. I can ensure you get there quickly and without issue.”
White Fang exchanged a glance with Lord Terrace before nodding. “That would be most helpful, General. Thank you.”
Saph saluted once more, his energy renewed. Turning to his subordinates, he barked out orders, his voice ringing clear above the din of the crowd. “All inspections for this line are to be expedited! Focus on clearing the elder’s carriage immediately!”
The guards snapped into action, abandoning their assigned queues to assist in inspecting Elder White Fang’s carriage. The process, which usually took several minutes, was completed in less than one.
As the carriage rolled forward for its final clearance, Saph gestured for Elder White Fang and Lord Terrace to board. “I’ll ride with you,” he said. “We’ll head directly to the emperor’s location.”
The two men climbed into the carriage, joining Lord Leah and Lord Acheon, who greeted Saph with polite nods. The general returned their greetings, taking a seat near the door.
Once settled, he leaned out slightly and called to the driver. “Head for the Harad Regional Hall! That’s where the emperor is currently located.”
The driver nodded, snapping the reins. The Ghost Rides surged forward, their powerful strides carrying the group swiftly away from the gate and into the vast interior of the Soulor Empire.
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Inside the carriage, the group fell into easy conversation. Saph recounted stories of the Soulor Empire’s recent challenges, detailing the steps being taken to maintain order amidst growing unrest.
“There have been more frequent demon sightings near the borders,” he said gravely. “It’s as though they’re testing our defenses, looking for weaknesses.”
Lord Leah frowned. “That aligns with what we’ve seen elsewhere. It’s no longer isolated incidents—it’s coordinated.”
Saph nodded. “Precisely. That’s why the emperor has been moving between regions, rallying support and ensuring every corner of the empire is prepared.”
“And how have the people responded?” Acheon asked, his tone curious.
“With loyalty and resolve,” Saph replied. “The Soulor Empire has always prided itself on its unity. When the emperor calls, the people answer.”
Terrace leaned back slightly, his gaze distant. “Let’s hope that unity holds. The battles ahead won’t be easy.”
The group fell silent, the weight of their mission settling over them once more. Outside, the landscape shifted from bustling towns to wide stretches of farmland and dense forests.
The journey was long, but with General Saph’s guidance, they traveled swiftly, the Ghost Rides maintaining an impressive pace.
As the sun began to set, the silhouette of the Harad Regional Hall came into view—a sprawling complex surrounded by lush gardens and fortified walls. The sight of the emperor’s temporary seat of power filled the group with renewed determination.
“Almost there,” Saph said, his voice steady. “The emperor will be expecting you.”
White Fang nodded, his expression unreadable. “Let’s make sure he hears what we have to say.”
The carriage rolled forward, the guards at the entrance stepping aside with deference as General Saph leaned out to announce their arrival. The gates opened smoothly, welcoming them into the heart of the Soulor Empire’s operations.