Chapter 20: Riven versus Pressure
Riven walked toward the house, his eyes glancing at the knight at the verge for a few seconds. The knight noticed his strange behavior, and before he could make it to the house, they circled him, their weapons drawn, their swords at his neck.
Riven froze, swallowing very hard.
"Who are you?" one of the knights barked, his tone fierce.
"I am Riven Von Grave, the fourth son of the Grave family." He identified himself quickly.
"The son of the Baron? Then why do you look so beat up and dirty?" the knight asked in a skeptical tone.
"I am an adventurer. I just returned from completing a quest. I got roughed up a bit during the quest," Riven said.
"Hmm, a noble being an adventurer, that's a wonder you don't see everywhere. You may go, kid. Forgive our rudeness," the knight said.
"Thank you," Riven said, giving a slight bow before he walked into the house. He pushed open the door, and the moment he stepped in, he already felt an unbearable pressure press against him.
His feet stuck to the ground. He found it extremely difficult to move. This wasn't normal. He could tell that much—someone was doing this.