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I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 813: Relieving Wall
The road stretched ahead in a narrow and winding line of packed dirt, worn smooth by countless feet and wagon wheels over the years.
On either side, the forest still stood around them, dark and dense, though less oppressive and dangerous than before. The trees leaned in close, their branches forming a partial canopy that dappled the path with shifting patterns of light and shadow.
Every so often, a breeze would rustle through the leaves, making the world feel momentarily alive with soft whispers. But for the four aadventureres its only make them jump in alert.
For nearly an hour they walked this way after coming out of the forest with surrounded by trees, dry and hard earth beneath their boots, the air still carrying the scent of moss and damp wood.
The weight of the forest was still around them but with each step, it loosened its grip. There were no more attacks now, only the steady rhythm of their march and the muted calls of distant birds.
And then, the change came.
Gradually, the trees began to thin. The undergrowth grew sparser, the trunks farther apart, until at last the forest fell away entirely behind them.
The sky opened up in full at last, vast and bright, painted with the pale light of morning. The air smelled different here. Clearer, drier, touched with the faint scent of distant hearth smoke.
And far ahead, across the open land, they saw it.
The walls of Qomore rose from the earth like a gray-white bastion, tall and proud against the horizon. Beyond the stone ramparts they can see tall spires and towers pierced the sky, slender and shining faintly in the morning sun. Their shapes stood in contrast to the wildness they had just left behind—sharp, deliberate, and human-made.
It was distant still, but unmistakable. A promise of civilization where they can finally got the rest and safety after days of danger.
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The sight made their steps feel just a little lighter as they kept moving forward, leaving the wild behind.
A chorus of soft sighs escaped from the group almost at the same time. The weight that had hung on their shoulders for days seemed to lift even if only a little at the sight of those distant walls.
Eccar noticed it easily. He could see it in the way their stances loosened and the way their eyes brightened.
He smiled quietly to himself. These human adventurers were strong, no question. Their bodies could endure and their spirits could fight. But even so, they were not made to withstand endless pressure.
Unlike him, the tension had worn them thin. They needed this glimpse of safety and he was glad they got it now.
Kaela was the first to speak, her voice lighter than before. "Finally… I can't tell you how relieved I am to see those walls."
The others murmured their agreement, their words carrying the exhaustion of the relentless forest and the unspoken gratitude for leaving it behind.
"Damn, it feels like years when I see a wall and human civilization," Thorne said.
"Im tired of seeing vines, leaves, and crazy tribesman," Selene said.
Mark, always the one to keep them moving, straightened his back with a quiet grunt. "Alright, no point standing around. Let's go. We're almost there."
With that, they resumed their march, their pace quickening as the kingdom's walls grew larger with each step. The dirt road turned firmer underfoot, and soon enough, they stood before the massive gates of Qomore—solid, imposing structures guarded by armored men who eyed them with practiced caution.
"Halt," one of the guards barked, stepping forward with a hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "State your names and your purpose here."
Eccar calmly stepped ahead of the group. From within his cloak, he produced a sealed scroll that bearing the crest of King Aethor himself. He held it out with a steady hand, letting the sunlight catch the unmistakable royal mark.
The guards glanced at the scroll, and their eyes widened.
One of them quickly stepped back and gestured to the others. Without another word, the heavy gates began to creak and groan as they slowly swung open, granting the group passage into the kingdom.
Eccar gave a small nod and turned to his companions.
"Come on," he said simply.
And together, they crossed the threshold of the gate.
As they stepped through the gates, the streets of Qomore Kingdom opened up before them, bustling with life.
Eccar's sharp eyes scanned the scene. He can see the crowded market stalls, the voices of merchants calling out their wares, the clatter of wooden wheels against stone, and the mingling scents of baked bread and iron.
It wasn't all that different from Astoria, he noted. Humans, with their endless energy, their colorful clothes, and that same lively, chaotic rhythm that seemed to pulse through every kingdom they built. The faces were different, the banners carried other colors and symbols, but the essence was familiar.
"I want to taste their food…"
For a brief moment, Eccar's thoughts drifted toward food. A proper meal after all the days in the forest—something hot and filling—sounded like a fine reward. His stomach gave a faint, almost hopeful grumble.
But he dismissed the thought with a small exhale. There were more pressing matters now. The scroll he carried was not for markets or inns or restaurant, it was meant for the king and delays would not do after what he witnessed himself in the forest.
The four adventurers, still bearing the weight of their long journey, wasted no time either. Their relief at reaching the kingdom hadn't dulled their sense of duty.
Without a word, they fell into quick step, their boots striking against the road as they made their way deeper into the city.
Straight toward the palace they went, their path cutting through the crowds and leading them ever closer to the heart of Qomore, where answers and more duty surely waited.
Not far from them, a hooded ranger saw their arrival.
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