Under the gentle glow of the twin moons, Adam sat on the tilted, slanted rooftop of his living quarter. His grimoire lay open before him and Valerian slept beside him, softly purring from time to time, seemingly enjoying the nighttime weather.
As the cool breeze blew by and brushed past his face, the youth glanced at the City of Stardale from his vantage point in a slight daze.
Down below, the city was bustling with activity. People went about their daily routines, seemingly unfazed by the conflict that occurred every day beyond the city walls.
Magi lounged under the trees, chatted in the lively marketplace, and went about their business as if the war was nothing more than a fictional story to them.
As Adam realized this, he scoffed, "If an outsider teleported here, they would never guess that we are in the middle of a war."
