The path to Dragon's Fang Castle was much wider than a typical trail and wasn't hard to find.
They followed the grassy path for what felt like hours.
It wasn't until afternoon that Dragon's Fang Castle gradually came into view.
Colin stopped and looked toward Dragon's Fang Castle in the distance.
It was a fortress built entirely of massive stones. Its walls were thick and steep, and the arrow slits peppered across them were like countless eyes staring down at travelers on the road. The flags flying above the ramparts were also somewhat similar to those in Flint Village.
Before they even reached the castle gate.
Several soldiers in Cotton Armor, holding Long Spears, approached from a distance.
The soldiers all looked to be on the older side. 'Perhaps "experienced" is a better way to put it,' Colin thought.
"Why are you approaching Dragon's Fang Castle? This isn't a place for you to lodge for the night!" the lead soldier shouted.
