Half galloping, half trotting, they made it to the palace just before noon and plainly by staring at the fence that surrounded the place that was supposed to be a palace brought fresh annoyance to Cassius.
The high walls had cracks everywhere, some parts had fallen, obviously because they had worn out and lacked proper maintenance.
What used to be the mighty imperial steel gates was now nothing more than a rusty, squeaky poor excuse for a door!! More or less a gate!
He remembered the construction of the gate had just been completed before his last battle—before everything went sour for him all those years ago.
Huge gates with strong iron bars, coated with pure gold, and red ruby pieces were etched into the lines of the gate on both sides, for they were a rich empire that could afford such extravagance.
Yet that same beautiful gate had lost its sheen.
