Chapter 28 - The City Gate (1/2)

Hecathe immediately tried to contact more mutants but it seemed that all the mutants nearby had already been killed by him. The rest of the mutants were all on the other side of the forest.

He sighed as he glanced at the map once again and decided to finally head to the city of Ocasia.

An ancient city that was said to be unkind to strangers. A city that would certainly help keep Hecathe safe.

It was already near evening and Hecathe didn't plan on sleeping in this forest so he headed to the city fast and in just a few hours, he was able to reach the iron gates of Ocasia.

The gate was super high. A big gate that looked to be more than thirty meters in height and ten meters in width. It was made from heavy iron that was painted silver-grey and had small designs carved on the surface. It looked magnificent and grand which made Hecathe feel a bit taken back.

Hecathe gulped at the intimidating sight of the gate and before he knew it, his feet had already started moving as he entered through the gate and finally saw the city of Ocasia.

Maybe it was because this place was an ancient city, but the buildings here all had the same dark color scheme and somewhat the same design. They weren't too grand or showy but had an aesthetic look to them. It was something that had managed to look appealing for Hecathe who loved dark colors.

”I think I'll be able to survive here,” Hecathe muttered in amusement as he looked around at the city that was waiting to be explored by him.

He lifted his watch and informed Xanie about it first just to let her know that they had succeeded in their plan, ”I'm here and I have to say, you chose a really great place. I like it.”

As soon as he finished speaking and sent the message, he was rudely pushed forward and almost stumbled to the ground.

”What the?!” Hecathe was shocked and angered as he glared back at the man that had rudely pushed him forward.

”Keeping moving! Why the hell are you hogging up the entrance?!” The man who had pushed him forward had the height of a giant and his face was filled with scars that made him look intimidating, however, no matter how scary the man looked, Hecathe's anger didn't come down at all.

Hecathe glared at the man, ”Are you trying to pick a fight with me, you bald-headed bull?!”

The man's eyebrows creased together and veins seemed to pop up on his forehead in anger as he heard Hecathe.

”You piece of sh*t!” The man lifted his fist to throw a punch at Hecathe but suddenly someone from behind him put his hand on the man's shoulder and stopped him.

”Acarius, be polite. Don't you see what he's wearing? Are you sure you want to offend him?” It was another man who walked up from behind this man and shockingly enough, he was also dressed in the same cloak and mask as Hecathe.

The giant man called Acarius gritted his teeth and his lips seemed to be twitching as he glared at Hecathe, ”You better not bump into me again!”

”What would you do about it? You don't even dare to touch me right now so what's the use of threatening me?” Hecathe asked in a calm tone as he mocked the man and it only incited the man's anger.