The marble road that led through Velmora was cracked with age but still carried the ghost of grandeur. Crimson banners swayed gently above, their edges torn by time. The city was empty. No citizens. No echoes of laughter or bloodthirst. Just the wind brushing over towers that once whispered loyalty to a forgotten crown.
Lucifer walked slowly.
His steps echoed in the silence, and every footfall felt like it stirred something deep beneath the stone. Not fear—recognition. This place remembered him.
Luna stayed close behind, her eyes scanning the rooftops and dark corners. Her breathing was soft now, less from fear and more from awe. They weren't alone. That much was clear. Even if the streets were empty, the city watched.
Lucifer stopped once they crossed into the upper quarter. The air had changed again. He felt it before he saw it.
A familiar presence.
No… several.
