After the conversation, all three of them left the alley, stepping into the dimly lit streets of Iridielle, the city bathed in the silver glow of moonlight. Their footsteps echoed softly against cobblestones still warm from the afternoon sun, shadows dancing with each flicker of the streetlamps. They followed Aveline, who took the lead with confident strides—chin slightly raised, cloak billowing behind her like she belonged in the very night itself.
Marcus, walking a pace behind, glanced around the quiet city streets. The warm yellow light seeping through shuttered windows cast faint silhouettes of residents settling down for the night. Stillness lingered, but there was a strange sort of magic in the air—like the city hadn't quite gone to sleep yet.
"Where are we going?" Marcus asked, his voice low, his eyes scanning the surroundings—stone walls, flickering lamps, ivy curling around wrought iron fences.
'Did this happen in the game…?' he wondered, eyes narrowing slightly.
