Three days after meeting with the Commander of the Blue Wolves, Hagen returned to Eden.
When he neared the city, he struggled to recognize the place.
The walls protecting the city were now thirty meters tall.
The banners of the different tribes fluttered in the breeze, including the banner of the Grimhowl Tribe.
Hagen watched this scene with a calm expression on his face. Seeing the banners representing the tribes of the Borderlands made him remember his dream of becoming the Barbarian King of the Borderlands.
But now, that dream was put on hold.
Yes.
Put on hold.
Hagen still had not given up. As long as Leone was taken out of the picture, he could start all over again. He didn't care how many years it would take. As long as he managed to sit on that coveted throne, every sacrifice would be worth it!
His gaze then landed onto the banner of the Aslan Tribe, the blue banner with a golden lion roaring towards the sky.
