The days were way warmer in Gala considering the drop of temperature from the evening. The artificial sun rose again, dying the city with its splendour.
Wrik opened the balcony door, walked there. He carefully gazed at the city once more. Even though it was dawn in the winter, the mist had not shrouded the city. Even though there was mist, it would be cleared soon.
The citadel held few lofty buildings—higher even compared to the wall, while the rest of the buildings were a tad low surrounding the circular perimeter of the great wall. The wall had some rune marking on it, giving it the look of ancient and mysterious. He had not noticed that yesterday, as it was quite dark then.
It was about four in the morning, and the city regained its life and business. The market along the wall was just opening, and the garrison was always busy protecting the city.
