Asuriel's mother lived in a small town six hours from Veridion called Silverhollow. Its name sounded like something from a fairytale, which wasn't far from the truth. Once upon a time, celestials and mortals used the town as a meeting place due to its convenient and mana-rich location.
Despite the technological advancements made in the world, Silverhollow was seemingly untouched by modernity. All of the streets were made of cobblestone, and the buildings were well-kept but still maintained their old framework and exteriors.
Asuriel stirred awake when Vaerion rolled the windows down, which allowed the crisp, rejuvenating air of Silverhollow to fill her lungs. While driving through the town in Vaerion's luxury-brand car, they garnered many suspicious glances from the townsfolk. Everyone knew everyone – outsiders would be recognized instantly, especially when they traveled so conspicuously.
