Inside the walls of Gorg, men dressed in blue-black uniforms moved, clutching AK-47s on their chests and patrolling the top of the wall and the road stretching toward the buildings in the city.
Winds swelled and waved through the road, passing by the poles and landing at the sides of the buildings.
At the other side of the transparent windows, men dressed in long robes and angry faces moved, opening doors and walking toward the large black door. Their boots slammed onto the ground, echoing like hammers and halted the moment they stopped by the black door.
One of the six men stepped forward, knocked on the door three times, then opened it, paving way for the five standing behind him.
Upon entering, they stopped and stared at the two men standing closer to the large transparent window that captured the part of the sky at its top.
