After leaving the palace gate, a new notification appeared in front of Ludwig.
[Your Death Point has been saved to: Sand Palace Gate exterior]
Ludwig let the lines fade, feeling the quiet pull at the back of his mind that comes whenever Necros pins a thread of him to a place. A small weight, almost like a ring settling on a finger. He realized the investigation was moving along its intended road if Necros had chosen to save progress here rather than inside. It meant the next misstep would not drag him too far backward.
Looking ahead, a horse carriage waited for them beyond the shadow of the high wall. Torches ran along the avenue like a necklace of coals, their light catching on harness buckles and the lacquered flank of the coach. The horses stamped and huffed white through the night's desert chill, silver bits ticking against teeth. Next to the carriage stood the guard captain, helm tucked under an arm, greaves dusted, hair still damp from a hurried wash.
