Night had fallen over the Rikxia Empire's vast capital. High above the towering stone buildings, the stars shone with a brilliant, cold light, scattered across the dark velvet sky.
Below, the streets were surprisingly lively. Though a tension hung in the air—a quiet nervousness that everyone felt but nobody spoke of—the citizens carried on. More soldiers patrolled the main roads than usual, their polished armor reflecting the gaslights, but the common people seemed to take this simply as extra protection. They continued their nightly business, choosing routine over panic.
Klaus walked among them, invisible to the noise. All his preparations were complete. Dudu was ready, the Ice Sword brooch was safely tucked away, and the plan to fly north was set. He could have left hours ago and already be far from the city. But he couldn't.
