After dealing with everything, I had planned to write a few more chapters, but for some reason, my mind went completely blank when I sat down at the computer. I simply couldn't write. It felt like fighting a battle, and I barely managed to squeeze out one chapter. I just wanted to explain and reassure everyone: I'll take these next two days to get back into form, and then I'll definitely deliver a burst of updates.
Netherwing streaked across the sky and landed several miles outside Lordaeron City. Folding his faintly glowing wings, he set his four hooves in motion and raced through Tirisfal Glades.
Rex had returned alone this time and made excellent speed. Netherwing had pushed himself hard throughout the journey, and apart from necessary rest breaks, Rex had not delayed for a moment. It was late at night when he reached Lordaeron City, but the city gates were brightly lit. Fully armed guards patrolled through the darkness with weapons and torches in hand, their eyes vigilant, not daring to relax for an instant.
Before the upheaval in Lordaeron, many years had passed since the Second War, and Lordaeron City had enjoyed years of peace. The night patrols could never have been so diligent atop the walls. But that had changed after Gilneas took control of Lordaeron City.
Rex enforced this strictly. These were troubled times, and no one could guarantee that Lordaeron City would not come under attack.
"Who goes there?" a shout came from atop the wall as Rex approached the gates.
Rex was pleased. Looking at the tightly shut gates, he was glad that the guards on the walls had spotted him quickly and taken action. It proved that they were not neglecting their duties. If he had ridden Netherwing all the way to the