The group made their way down the mountain path and through the enchanted forest that led to the nearest city—Virelles, a neutral trade city nestled between several tower floors and known for hosting powerful adventurers, merchants, and crafters alike. Its tall silver walls shimmered with protective runes, and a great crystalline tower in its center pulsed softly with mana, giving the city its peaceful, dreamlike glow even during dusk.
As they passed through the gates, the guards stepped back instinctively, recognizing Leon's aura—and Milim's chaotic pressure. No one questioned their entry.
"Finally, civilization again," Naval yawned as she sheathed her daggers. "My shoulders are stiff."
"You didn't even take a hit," Roselia said dryly.
Naval winked. "Exactly."
Leon glanced around, eyes scanning the clean streets, glowing lanterns, and rows of busy inns, shops, and magical stalls.
