Chapter 200
The town stood at the edge of two worlds—where the icy lands ended and the warm plains of Heinzen began.
There was no mention of it on the map, just whispers passed between travelers, traders, and thieves.
Ice Elves lived nearby but never bothered anyone. They crossed the area now and then, silent and peaceful.Ice Elves lived in snowy regions just like elves inhabiting forests.Unlike humans, they weren't greedy enough to start a war of conquest.
Because of this, no one ever built forts here, no patrols, no guards.
The Empire decided to put off the efforts to the other places sharing the border rather than this barren place.
It was a forgotten place.
This neglect made it a perfect hideout for criminals. Thieves, murderers, and runaways called this town their home. They came here when the law chased them too hard elsewhere.
The streets were filled with shady inns, brothels, and dim taverns. The smell of sweat, booze, and blood lingered in the air. You could hear loud laughs, shouts, and sometimes screams from every corner.
Soldiers and nobles avoided the place. Not because they didn't know what went on, but because they could use these people. With enough gold, you could order anyone here to do anything—smuggle goods, kill someone, steal secrets. But there was one thing that made this place worse.
The people here couldn't keep their lust in check.
Inside one dimly lit tavern, a man with a scar across his eye looked up from his drink. He squinted when Kael spoke. The scar twitched a little as he frowned.
"Don't you know who I am?" he barked, his voice rough and soaked in pride.