They moved slowly along narrow side streets, careful to avoid the few lanterns still lit in front of houses.
The faint chatter of guards patrolling the streets made them tense, but no one stopped to notice the two figures slipping through the darkness.
Finally, tucked between two larger buildings, they found a modest inn, unassuming and just enough to blend in without inviting attention.
Min‑jae slipped inside first, gesturing for Yura to follow.
The innkeeper looked up briefly, then returned to polishing the counter.
No questions or scrutiny. Here money talked.
Just the faint creak of floorboards as they ascended to a small, second-floor room.
Min‑jae closed the door behind them and leaned against it, exhaling. "We're safe… for now."
Yura sank onto the edge of the bed, letting the weight of exhaustion hit her. "It's… really happening, isn't it? We're actually inside Aldoria."
