The twin moons above cast their glows on all beneath.
Silver and pale-blue light washed over the land, stretching long shadows across the forest floor, as if the night itself was holding its breath.
Kailen stood before the entrance to the Vimodial Society with the leaders of the Sword Tribunal Society—Ethan Revearson, Zarek Atrexia, and Arnold Kadmen—who had decided to tag along.
The air was cold. Heavy. Suffocating in a way words couldn't fully describe.
"Why didn't you come for the banquet?"
"Because I did not get an invitation?" Ethan Revearson replied to Zarek's question.
"Yeah… anyone close to Kailen was automatically invited."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Let's focus, guys," Esimo chimed in, his tone sharp, cutting through the banter before it could spiral further.
"I don't see anything," Anaya squinted her eyes.
In fact, no one was seeing anything.
