Chapter 84: Night Entertainment
Velren exhaled, watching as his breath misted in the cold night air. The streets of Caelestoria stretched before him, lined with buildings of intricate stonework and metal reinforcements, their windows aglow with the cool, bluish light of crystal-powered lanterns. The hum of distant machinery mixed with the faint scent of coal and metal, a constant reminder of the kingdom’s craftsmanship.
He adjusted the high collar of his new coat, pulling it tighter against the evening chill. He had to admit—Nico was right. The cold here was something else, and his bloodied, tattered uniform wouldn’t have done him any favors. Fortunately, the restaurant they had stopped at doubled as an inn, which gave him the chance to clean up and buy some fresh clothes. His wallet hated him for it, but at least now he didn’t look like some half-dead traveler fresh off a battlefield.
His new attire was practical—nothing too flashy, just a dark coat layered over a simple tunic and fitted trousers. The boots were sturdy, built for travel, and the fingerless gloves allowed him a firm grip on his sword if needed. He rolled his shoulders, testing the fit.
’Not bad...’
The wind picked up, cutting through the streets like a phantom’s touch. Velren let out another breath, watching it vanish into the night. He wasn’t sure where his feet would take him yet, but standing around wasn’t going to do him any favors. Time to get moving—before Nico found another excuse to nag him.
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Velren wandered through the city, walking past glowing crystal lamps and humming forges. Blacksmiths worked late, merchants called out, and off-duty guards laughed over drinks. The scent of burning coal and steel lingered, a reminder of Caelestoria’s relentless industry.
He hadn’t meant to wander too far, but something about the city’s pulse intrigued him. It was different from Elyndra—harsher, rougher, but undeniably full of life. Yet beneath the usual bustle of merchants closing shop and workers finishing their shifts, another sound cut through the air.
A thunderous cheer.
It was distant but distinct, carrying an energy unlike the casual liveliness of the streets. A roar of a crowd, raw and electric. Curiosity sparked in Velren’s chest as he followed the noise, weaving through dimly lit alleys and past looming iron structures.
Then, as he turned a corner, he saw it.