Despise Me In Hell

On the outskirts of the Dark Abylis Sect, a caravan filled with a party of fifteen made their way into the distance. From what could be seen of the guards vigilantly keeping security, whomever they were protection was quite wealthy. In the centre of it all was a golden carriage drawn by ten large horses covered in white fur.

This was quite a peculiar means by which someone of evident wealth would traverse the terrains. With thousands of large flying beasts, it was the slowest method one could utilize as travel. However, this means provided stares from curious onlookers as the occupants inside flaunted their wealth.

Inside the golden chariot, City Lord Fen could be seen laughing it up, having the time of his life. Beside him were two young women skimpily dressed. His hand callously moved up and down their thighs as he told one corny joke after the next, while they drank wine and toasted.