We continued our journey the next morning. I didn't have the time to touch Leviathan's ring since I had been a bit distracted. Perhaps some other time I would get hold of it again.
I couldn't help but wonder who we were going to see, hoping and praying he has the answers I'm looking for. "The man to help us, who is he?' I felt the need to ask.
"An old friend." came Leviathan's words.
"Are you sure he can help us?"
"He's an old demon. One that has been here from the beggining of time. There's no way he will not have an answer." I finally nodded at his words to stare back at the road ahead of us.
It didn't take long for us to arrive before an old wooden gate that was barely covering the road anymore. The gate was filled with stains of dried blood and long arrows littered at every corner. It looked like an old battle ground.
I couldn't imagine the people that had died here.
