52. The Village Of Zineyaan

It was the following night and the trio had finally found a small village; however, security was tight thanks to Declan, and they had no way of entering without passing the guards. Kayden and Aren had both attempted to find an opening, but both had failed.

Surprisingly they had managed to get along for the last two days, although Layana was not sure if it was due to fatigue that the men did not argue or simply because they were beginning to accept each other’s company, she highly doubted it was the latter.

They were huddled behind some trees, at a higher terrain than the village that was sprawled beneath them, looking at the wall that had been resurrected around it. Made of iron and stone and at least 7 metres high it was sturdy. The dim glow of lights that peeked over the walls were welcoming, the sound of some chattering and activity could be heard faintly.

“There is no way to sneak in,” Kayden murmured his eyes glowing a dark green as he searched the ground for a way in.

“You