Dragun and Vishirk strolled for a while before evening finally arrived. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the land. A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, and the air grew calm and refreshing, carrying the quiet promise of a blissful night.
They were walking through a wide avenue bustling with people moving to and fro from a certain direction.
All of them were mages, as Dragun could sense the mana radiating from their bodies. Only about one percent of the people Dragun had seen in this location weren't mages.
"We are almost there, Senior," Vishirk said to Dragun, his face lit with excitement.
Dragun nodded, he could already tell they were getting close due to the large number of people walking the same lane and the sounds emanating from the marketplace.
After taking a sharp turn, they arrived at a bustling area.
