Ren and Lilith wore hooded cloaks as they walked through the streets of Edenhold.
It had been a full day since they arrived, and the holy city was already filled with so much fear that one could almost see it floating in the air. Panic brewed like a stormcloud, barely held in check by the tight grip of the Church.
Chosen patrols marched openly through the boulevards, their white cloaks billowing as they moved briskly from one checkpoint to another. They weren't guarding the city or the citizens. They were just up and about, to have something to do before the big fight.
But one thing could not be denied. The usual serenity that Edenhold was known for was already fraying, little by little.
Vendors shouted higher prices than usual, their stalls stripped of most goods. Children pressed themselves into alleys to avoid passing patrols, and the ordinary people kept their heads down.
