Three Thousand Years Waiting

“I need permission to enter the city?” Richard asked the youth who had blocked him.

“Obviously!” the youth stomped down, “I’m the boss here. If I don’t let you enter, you’re going to scram out of the veil of order! I’ve taken a liking to that thing on your back. Hand it over and come serve me; once I’m satisfied, I might let you in. Otherwise, you’ll rot outside!”

Hearing these shouts, several other loiterers nearby surrounded Richard as well. However, he ignored them and stared at the primary instigator, “And what if I don’t agree?”

“Then go to hell!” a sharp cry rang out from behind him, the air rustling as a heavy stick smashed towards Richard’s head from behind. There was a considerable amount of strength behind the accurate strike, with some aura...