Rouya and Markus arrived at the marketplace in Elad, the central hub for realmwalkers arriving and departing. They dressed themselves in large cloaks to conceal their combat attire underneath. It would only giveaway that they were looking for a fight and had enough coin to purchase finer craftsmanship.
The day became more beautiful as it dragged on, unaware of the lives and destinies swaying on the surface. Summer wouldn’t last forever but the winters were mild and favorable to many people dwelling in the Outer Realm.
“They’re coming,” Markus shouted as he stormed out of the room and nearly collided with Rouya. “More of Kalim’s soldiers are marching on the castle. We have to escape from here at once.”