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Chapter 13.1. Dark Dungeon.

As the ship glided toward bustling port town of Taraka, Lilith could see impressive fortifications, guarding entrance by river, flowing through town center. Towering stone walls rose from water’s edge, their weathered surfaces hinting at centuries of defense against foes seeking to gain entry.

The masked mercenary stood at prow, wind whipping dark locks across face, obscured by her skull mask. Beside her, Cian kept vigilant watch – one hand resting on hilt of a sword, ready to draw weapon instant should threat arise from either shore. Distant sounds of marketplace reached ears, as vessel drew nearer – hawkers calling wares intermingled with rhythmic hammer strikes, echoing from forge districts, beyond visible range.

Scent of salt air mingled fragrant blooms, grown along riverbanks, creating heady aroma that spoke of civilization’s enduring presence.

– It seems this part of journey nears end, – Lilith remarked softly, glancing back at her companion: – Are