Black Mass
With the work of thousands of laborers who toiled day and night, the wall expansion project finally came to an end. As soon as it was completed, those assigned to guard the wall returned to their posts.
Silver-armored men patrolled the top of the wall, spears and swords in hand as they conducted their rounds. Lookout posts were positioned every dozen meters or so, with guards holding binoculars and staying vigilant, carefully observing the city's surroundings. One unusual movement, and they would alert someone to investigate.
In one of the outposts facing north, two silver-armored men were smoking inside their station.
"You know, I've been thinking about quitting this job," one of them said, blowing out smoke from his tobacco.
"Dude, don't tell me you're scared too?" his companion replied, taking a deep puff and exhaling through his nose.