The night was once again reclaiming her rightful throne in the city of Zolgas.
Many already returned home, coming back from work.
The guild was noisier than usual.
Without the presence of Shark, everyone felt his tongue becoming lighter and had more of a relaxed attitude.
In the dark streets, a group of hooded people could be seen.
In the front was one with a decisive and long stride.
Even without watching that person's face: his movement exuded confidence and intentionality.
Following that figure, there were others, unsure as if seeing something extraordinary and out of a dream.
On the back of the group were two whose position of their arms inspired closedness and unhappiness.
The reasons why, though, were unknown.
*What if Eric gets caught somehow… Should I stop him and run away with him before it's too late? *
