In the wee hours of the morning, the third group of warriors finally could see the outline of the Capital. They couldn't help but took deep breaths.
They looked tired that their faces were a little dark. Eye bags screamed their restless nature. Their bodies reeked of sweat and their robes had long been soaked wet. If it wasn't for the constant air pressure drying the up, then it would have been the most dangerous journey that their kind had ever taken.
In a few hours, they stopped before the magestic gates as they were asked for their identity cards. Although the guards knew that these warriors were one of them, they still had to take precautions and follow the rules placed by the founding almighty figure.
In short, the Capital was the most guarded city in their whole world. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that even a fly couldn't pass the gates without permission. It was the only city that had their protection shields up all the time.