It took a full three days to reach the border of the Sultanate of Samsara. The seemingly endless desert finally brought them to a towering wall of sunbaked mud brick—over ten meters tall—that encircled the entire city. It looked ancient, but still very much capable of withstanding any assault from the outside.
The fortress was tightly guarded. Watchtowers stood every few dozen meters, manned by armed sentries on constant patrol. Even from a distance, the tension was palpable, as if the city itself lived under the shadow of fear and iron-fisted rule.
"Tight security. We can't just waltz in like this, Boss," reported one of Khan's men, freshly returned from scouting. His breath was still ragged, showing how difficult it had been to gather intel in a place like this.
"Yeah, but... can we get in the way you did?" Ren quipped casually, his tone light but clearly laced with sarcasm.
