Staring at Soaring Bird City, Torin was seething with anger and envy.
This place was supposed to be his city—his territory.
Yet there was more to his fury than that alone.
"Master, the guards at the city gate want us to pay an entrance tax before letting us through."
"What did you say?"
Torin ground his teeth; his voice and expression had turned almost demonic.
"Master, they want us to pay a tax to get inside!" Mike spoke quietly, his tone full of bitterness.
But that single, humiliating statement was enough to further inflame Torin.
"Fuck!"
"What do they think they're doing?"
"Who's the real lord of this place?!"
To be forced to pay a tax in his own territory, his own city—what an outrage! How utterly humiliating!
Torin reached for the sword at his waist, ready to slaughter the nearby guards. But the instant his hand touched the hilt, he suddenly regained his composure.
