"The city is really beautiful…" Amelia murmured in quiet awe, her green eyes flicking from one bright corner to another. "Don't you think so, Celes?" She asked, glancing at Celeste, who walked beside her. The two had somehow ended up in the same group for the stroll through Ravenia's capital.
But Celeste wasn't listening.
Her gaze drifted over the lively streets, searching—hoping—for someone among the crowds.
Above them, the sky stretched out in a shade of twilight, heavy and dark as always, though this peculiar week carried a faint crimson hue that bled across the moon like a bruise. The eerie light gave the city an otherworldly glow, as if Ravenia itself pulsed with life.
And in a sense, it did.
