After helping Sister Mily with the children all day, Kael was finally released from his social work at sunset. The day had not been exhausting nor had it required his physical strength; on the contrary, it had passed in complete calm.
However, as soon as he left the orphanage, the world unfolded before him once again. He walked through the bustling streets of the city of San Martín. All kinds of voices reached his ears: vendors' cries, young people's laughter, arguments between merchants, the hurried footsteps of rushed believers.
He stopped at a small stall selling fresh bread. The saleswoman, her hands covered in flour, handed him a loaf that was still warm. Kael took it naturally, left a piece of mana stone, and continued on his way without looking back.
Little by little, his figure disappeared into the crowd that filled the place. His steps were calm, almost unnoticeable, but the shadow he cast under the setting sun stretched out disproportionately.
