The blazing sun hung high overhead. Summer in Lordaeron was scorching, and countless shafts of sunlight poured down from the sky as wave after wave of heat swept across the land.
The lush green trees stood motionless. There was not a breath of wind that day, making the weather seem even drier and hotter. Yet for Longmeier, the rolling heat brought no sense of warmth. Instead, chills kept rising deep within him.
Longmeier walked step by step through the streets of Lordaeron City, listening to the cries of vendors. People came and went in a scene of prosperity, with nothing to suggest that the city had been a dead place not long ago. He was agitated, terribly agitated. Looking at the mansion ahead, he involuntarily stopped in his tracks and stood there for a long time.
Several fully armed guards stood outside the lavish mansion ahead, meticulously checking everyone who entered or left. Longmeier knew whose mansion it was.
Its splendor was second only to the Royal Palace, making its owner's identity obvious: Prince Rex, the second most important figure in the Kingdom of Gilneas.
Now Longmeier was afraid. The events of the previous night kept replaying in his mind, and the more he thought about them, the more frightened he became. After staring at the mansion for a long time, he gritted his teeth and strode forward. Rex's displeased expression from the night before kept surfacing in his mind. Entering the mansion this time might bode ill for him, but Longmeier had never considered running away. Although going inside might cost him his position as Guard Captain, his life would not be in danger.
If he fled, however, he would certainly die. Quite apart from the fact that his family was still in Gilneas City, where could he possibly