The Gathering at the Gates
Time passed quickly, and more than an hour had gone since the beginning of the dungeon raid. Many Digitizers had fallen prey to the flock of monstrous Man-Eating Crows, but those who thrived were the mighty amongst all, each having a strength that vastly exceeded the weak.
By now, the strongest of this batch were already within the palace gate's vicinity, each excluding a superior bearing as they faced the distance.
This area was at the core of the entire city, built around a small hill with the sinister palace resting at its peak, one surrounded by its high stone walls and grills that showed traces of age due to their texture and the dried up black vines that entwined it.
Looking at the palace's towering arched black iron gate, one would even see traces of rust and wane as similar colored black vines tangled about its surface.