"So which way is Lucifer's Castle?" I asked, my hands in my pockets. The sky was still grey and market stalls were beginning to open up for business.
We travelled for several hours to get from one city to the next - Taintborne. This city's conditions were the worst I had ever seen, it was the definition of a dystopian city. The streets were filled with homeless beggars and shady sellers; We got approached by some but most turned away when Maranne glared at them or Voadhailis blew his flames and exerted his mana pressure.
We had been in Taintborne city for a couple hours now, but I felt a deep unease that I couldn't explain. Why was I feeling like this? Was it an Omen?
"Just follow me. We'll get there in no time." Maranne said, pointing to the right of us. He began walking in front of me pushing past the crowd for me to follow behind.
