The gates of the Golden City slammed shut behind us with a resounding thud, the noise reverberating through the cobblestone streets. Smoke curled in lazy spirals above the rooftops, darkening the skies as a sense of unease settled over the bustling streets. The cries of alarm and clamor of armored guards filled the air, blending into a cacophony that hinted at chaos within.
"Stick together," I said, keeping my voice steady despite the tension clawing at my chest. The Heartseed pulsed faintly, a rhythmic thrum against my ribs as though sensing the conflict ahead.
The first sign of trouble appeared mere moments after stepping into the city. A group of townsfolk hurried past us, their faces pale with fear. Among them, a young woman stumbled, her basket of wares scattering across the ground.
"Run! It's coming!" she screamed before scrambling to her feet and vanishing into an alley.
