What Do You Want?

In an hour or less, it should have begun to dawn, and only then would the city gradually return to normal. The feast had come to an end, so it was time for the inhabitants to move back to their usual pace.

Zayne and the others were well rested, but they were a little sleepy. Zayne would have been glad to fall into his bed right now, but he and Alden still had some unfinished business.

"Thank you, this thing always makes a decent impression." Alden smiled, taking his sword from Zayne's hands.

"Alden... Why did you bring me here? And why are we the only ones here?" Zayne muttered in confusion, staring at the massive iron doors, seemingly hide something important.

Alden smirked, "Isn't it obvious? Perhaps Fate and Solomon have already thanked you, but what about me? After all, I'm the one who sent you on this mission, aren't I? The others will be rewarded later, but you are right now."

Zayne's eyes went wide.