The city blurred below me as Fable bounded over the rooftops, clearing dozens of streets with every leap. Sari clung to my waist, insisting on following despite my better judgment. Ahead, the cathedral loomed over the surrounding estates, its low walls lined with guards oblivious to the storm of mana gathering above.
"My Lady, I sensed a disturbance," Zephyriss sent. "The Lord and Ash and I are making our way to your location."
I nodded, returning my feelings of gratitude, mingled with a sense of confusion. The two were together? Fyren hadn't mentioned doing anything other than wandering the city as normal.
We landed in the courtyard, startling a few priests and guards. Those devoted to the divine had already been exiled or slain during the revolt. Still, especially here in Sylvarus, there were many sympathetic to the elves' cause who cared more for healing the wounded than influencing politics.
