Despite the heavy rainfall, the guards continued to patrol the city walls, constantly looking out for any dangers.
Suddenly, one of the men standing guard at the city entrance pointed towards a figure walking on the wide road and slowly approaching them.
"Hey, someone's coming," he said, alerting his comrades. "Be on guard."
A few minutes later, the guards found themselves subconsciously loosening their grips around their weapons.
"Old sir, why are you traveling in such weather? You'll catch a cold!" One of the guys ushered the old man into the small outpost by the towering city gates.
The old man sported white hair and beard. He had a hunched back that made him appear much shorter than he actually was. His face was covered in wrinkles and age spots, making him appear frail and harmless.
Hearing the guard's comment, the old man reprimanded. "Who are you calling old! I am a Mana Foundation Magus, and still in the springtime of my youth!"
