The snow had grown heavier by the time Kael and Lavinia returned to their quarters. The day was turning into night, visibility was dropping, and everything was… covered in a thick curtain of white.
Every sound in the streets had died down, and the only thing that moved now were the restless winds brushing across the walls of the streets.
Neither of them spoke; they just held each other's hand as they walked into their home. Everything that was discussed in the Council was still fresh in their minds, and they had just returned after providing the food to the Elderlies.
Finally, the two of them sighed, exhausted from the long day. Even today, they couldn't train as much as they would have liked to—this was already the third day this week—but of course, both of them knew that the situation in the Heights was currently serious.
Drakthar was making a move, and he already had a strong force that was now actively trying to hunt them—
