Aroro cautiously poked his head out from behind the building and looked toward the South Gate entrance.
A gust of cold wind blew past, making him shiver involuntarily.
There was not a soul on the street. Apart from the soldiers still pacing atop the walls, the whole world seemed frozen, utterly silent.
So far, they had all been safe. Even if he encountered people from the Second Faction, he would be fine.
But vigilance was ingrained in him, and he watched for several more seconds before venturing out.
Were those wheel tracks over there?
Aroro widened his eyes, trying to make out the distant marks. Without any enhancements, however, he struggled to see clearly at that distance.
He took a deep breath, confirmed that the area was clear, then hurried along the wall.
About half a minute later, he was close enough to vaguely make out what did indeed look like wheel tracks at the South Gate entrance.
Judging by how deep the tracks were, the convoy seemed to have entered not long ago.
Aroro's heart jolted, and he instinctively glanced back toward the warehouse.
A convoy meant supplies were being brought in. Had his earlier guess been wrong?
Still, being wrong was a good thing. As long as they followed the convoy, they could find where the food was being delivered.
But...
A flicker of confusion crossed Aroro's eyes. As he ran along the base of the wall toward the gate, he could not help glancing back at the ground.
Why were there only wheel tracks near the gate? If this was a supply convoy, shouldn't it have driven into the Safe Zone?
There was only one road leading into the city from the South Gate. Aroro frowned deeply, suddenly realizing something was wrong.
After entering, the wheel tracks