The air was heavy as Aurelia wandered through the bustling streets of the City of Peace, her footsteps slow and measured. Lyan had refused to answer her questions. Repeatedly, stubbornly, with that infuriating grin of his, he'd dodged every attempt she made to pry the truth from him. She felt the urge to throttle him just thinking about it, but there was no point in wasting energy. Not when there were other things she needed to understand—like why, exactly, she was supposed to protect this city in the first place.
The quest board hovered in front of her, invisible to anyone but her eyes, a constant reminder of her task: Protect the City of Peace. She snorted in irritation at the irony.
Peace? In a city filled with demons? It was laughable.
Her fingers itched to dismiss the board, to pretend that it wasn't there, but she couldn't ignore it. She couldn't ignore the duty that lay ahead.
