The palace gates loomed wide as Adrius and Erend emerged into the open air. The sunlight that was starting falling down spilling across polished stone and tall banners fluttering in the wind.
The guards at the entrance shifted uneasily but bowed their heads without question, parting swiftly to allow the Archmage and Erend passage.
Once they were beyond the gilded gates, the streets of the capital sprawled before them.
The streets were bustling and lined with merchants shouting their wares, the smell of roasted meats and baked bread drifting in the air like always.
Children running between market stalls while wagons creaked under heavy loads of grain and cloth.
As Adrius stepped forward, his presence rippled like a silent wave through the crowd.
People noticed him immediately. Some of them have their eyes widening or whispers flaring briefly, but no one dared approach.
