The mountain itself was not humongous. If it was measured, it wouldn't be over 25 metres tall with the castle perched on it.
At the moment Harley emerged from an open street, he was directly in front of the main camp of Knave's knights. Many of them saw him and they reacted, but at that instant he wasn't there anymore.
"Was I hallucinating just now? I swear I saw a guy in white over there."
"I saw him too!"
"You all have had too much to drink. Wait till King Knave finds out about this."
Unbeknownst to them, Harley had already looked for Vernox, who was on the street he had run out of.
"You saw me running. Why didn't you stop me?" Harley asked, sheathing his sword.
Vernox was busy strapping the armour on himself. The signature symbol of the raven that was on the chest piece of the armour stood out to him.
"You're one smart bastard." Harley smiled.
