Light wind currents, bringing with themselves a refreshing coldness swept across the open lands that could only be found in the Second Ring.
Tree crowns, long branches, and tall grass with the occasional rock scattered on the ground were the only obstacles to the wind, which only directed it forward - towards the massive building that seemed like it shouldn't be there.
Most of the wind currents crashed through the sturdy, impregnable walls to split into smaller streams, bypassing this sturdy fortress.
But, even in the Gray Castle, there were places where the wind could get through.
Whoooooooooosh.
Silvana's tips of black hair rippled slightly as the wind swept over her shoulders. Her eyes reflected the bright moon, like an azure star illuminating the Citadel at night.
She stood on the balcony, practically on top of the Gray Castle. She would be here for the next three months, which was a long time for many things to change.
