Alistair and his companions departed from the South Aradric District, finding themselves strolling through the heart of a busy locale, where they weaved through a diverse crowd of both laborers and locals, leaving behind the dimly lit alleys.
Surging confidence raced through Amilia and Rami's legs, straightening their stances. Instincts compelled their limbs to shift and adjust continuously.
At first, Alistair believed it was a common phenomenon until it became more prevalent. Something was amiss.
"Look at how deeply these two are manipulated, saddening," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "Antonio, you are one stiff stubble."
But Amilia had heard his words and started paying more attention to herself. Her involuntary reactions dwindled, and a calming sensation raced through her nerves. It felt like a weight had faded off her shoulders.
