Chapter 67 : The Mayor's Invitation
After dealing with Gerolt and his arrogance Axton left the scene without looking back.
The city of Atlas had an unsettling aura around it — full of eyes that watched, weighed, and judged.
He felt it more now than ever.
The clash earlier might have left whispers trailing behind him, but Axton wasn't one to dwell on what others thought. He needed a place to rest, clear his mind, and prepare for what came next.
An inn on the western side of the city caught his eye. It wasn't the grandest structure, but it had a certain charm.
The scent of freshly baked bread lingered in the air, mixed with the aroma of spiced wine drifting from the tavern below.
After a brief negotiation with the innkeeper, Axton paid in full for a room that suited his taste — one with a wide bed, polished wooden floors, and a window overlooking the streets of Atlas.
He didn't intend to stay long, but comfort was still a weapon in its own right.
