The first streaks of sunlight spilled across the worn pathways that snaked through the city they'd now taken refuge in.
Sunlight bathed every part of the street in pale gold as Damien and Arielle stood before the threshold and faint morning chill settled over the air, brushing against their cloaks.
Behind Damien and Arielle, the survivors of Delwig stirred awake, gathering quietly to give their unspoken farewells even though Damien and Arielle were set to return soon enough.
Apnoch arrived last, still fastening the straps of his pauldrons, Lyone trailing behind him with a somber expression.
"You're really set on this?" Apnoch asked, though he already knew the answer.
Damien adjusted the strap of his pack. "If I wait too long, I'll lose the trail. I have a feeling that Ivaan wasn't the only one that caused Delwig's fall and it didn't end just because the city did."
