A month had passed since the battle in Yakul. The news of the erasing of Yakul had come and gone into the lives of everyone that lived near it, heard about it, and even experienced it, as the smoke of the flame rose so high, it was still seen by the people who were present in the tens of miles from the place of incident.
Leon himself had finally returned to Shar after being away for a few days. As usual, he entered the town through one of the secret passages that existed in many parts of the city. This time, it was through the south one, which was connected with the water system coming out of the town.
That day, he was accompanied by a man with dark brown skin and wavy hair down to his neck. He wore the usual warrior get-up, complete with the robe, but he did not wear a long sleeve and people could see his muscular arms with all the shiny tanned that glistened from time to time.