A robed man was eating grilled meat and drinking some flat coke, while waiting for night to fall. The giant cloud of dust just happened to be in a place that covered the whole sky, so he had to observe how animals behaved in order to find out if the sun has set.

The overwhelming darkness did not make that task easier. Instead, it brought his attention to a sea of flames, slowly getting ever so closer. The body of fire was moving along the road between Windhoek and Kappsfarm.

Curious as to what it was, Lich climbed the stairs of a nearby building and observed from above.

Humans. A lot of humans, in fact. It was a group of refugees from Windhoek.

The people on the edges held torches, illuminating the surrounding and making the pilgrimage look like a giant walking torch itself.

They walked into the town and fortified themselves in the ruined hospice.

Lich walked over to their fort, and knocked on the door. After a few seconds, he could hear the sound of a heavy object moving and a person let him in. It was Adam.

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What greeted him was a sight of many people. Some had tattoos on their left hands, but everyone was visibly wounded or exhausted.

“Hey, I thought you dropped dead already.” He made a little smile and turned toward Lich.

“I won't die that easily. Where are you going now?” Lich was curious if they would part ways once again, so he asked a question back.

“We're not sure yet, but we're thinking of moving to the ruins of Cape City. There won't be any city that would take us in, so building a new one seems to be the only option.”

This was not a small feat. Many who tried before failed, but this time, the foundation was already built. Sadly, Lich had to go further north.

“Then I guess I will be heading out. Oh, and where's your boss?”

Adam scratched the back of his head and answered. “He got killed by assassins alongside other people who owned slaves, but when we started fighting, the gates blew up and an alliance was made. Also, take this.” Adam gave Lich a vial of something that looked like blood.

After taking it, he opened the lid, and instantly recognized that it was indeed blood.

“It can mask you from everything except sand stompers.” Adam followed up.

“Where is it made?” Lich moved closer, putting an uncomfortably small distance between their faces.

Seeing his brown eyes stare as if into his soul, Adam quickly answered. “They used to make it in Cape City, but now that it fell, most exports arrive from Harare.”

It seemed that the king will make a small detour.