The rain had not stopped. If anything, it fell harder now, drumming against the rooftops of Kaelthar like the urgent heartbeat of a city bracing for death. The streets were empty, the usual shadows retreated to their hovels, sensing the change in the air.
Adam walked at the front, his footsteps steady, leisurely. The rain plastered his purple hair to his forehead, ran in rivulets down his horns, dripped from his chin. He didn't seem to notice.
Behind him, Ignis's flames crackled, defiant against the downpour. She had given up trying to stay dry, her clothes clinging to her frame, her hair a wet, fiery mess. But her golden eyes were sharp, scanning the rooftops.
Lilith glided beside her, the rain seeming to avoid her silver-threaded gown, sliding off an invisible barrier. Her expression was serene, but her fingers moved constantly, threads stirring, weaving a web of awareness that extended far beyond the narrow street.
