"Are these the rookies you went to fetch?"
"Look at the state of the big one; looks like he got lost in the forest and was raised by wild beasts."
Mel, who hadn't lifted his head from the ground the entire journey and occasionally dozed while walking, directed his gaze toward the top of the wall upon hearing these words; a wall forged from stone blocks, each cut a meter by a meter.
Calling this structure a mere wall would be an insult to its magnificent architecture; it was a colossal rampart linking the foothills of two mountains that looked ready to clash head-on at any moment. Its gate, barely wide enough for three people to pass side-by-side, seemed comical given the structure's entirety, but it was obvious this route was chosen as a strict security measure.
