The next morning brought a gloomy day upon the towns of the Hunza Kingdom, dark clouds smearing the whole sky. Being the closest one to the Blue Ocean, heavy rain falls were common here and sometimes they brought destruction along with them in the form of floods which left barren lands behind. The destruction however was usually inclined towards the lower class and sometimes the middle class while the upper class always smoothly skipped past it.
Although the rains were seasonal and not occasional, sometimes they diverted from the path and today was one of those days. The dark alleys of the black market of magicians had fallen even darker and a dark figure walking amongst them was almost blended inside it. There was a rhythm to the figure's slow walk who was headed towards a certain destination.
