In the early morning, Golden Statue Tree Street was even more deserted than the day before.
When Ian awoke from his Meditation, a few rays of bleak sunlight were already filtering through the branches and leaves of the old sycamore tree.
The Magic Concentration in the air here was noticeably higher than in Anoraya, but it also felt "heavier."
It was as if it were being suppressed by some invisible Order, making its flow sluggish.
When he pushed open the door to his room, Aidele was already waiting in the courtyard.
She had changed into a formal, dark teal Long Robe, her hair neatly tied back to reveal her small, delicate face.
Delia stood half a step to her side, holding a small leather document pouch.
Old Finn peeked out from the front hall of the Workshop. He looked at Aidele, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something.
In the end, he just lowered his head in silence and continued polishing the object in his hands.
"Let's go," Aidele said, her voice calm.
