Chapter 8.2, Irene’s Turning Point
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The western gate of Beilanea, as specified in the letter. The time: five minutes to midnight…
Footsteps echoed, swift and deliberate. The guard at the gate tensed at the sound but quickly averted his gaze and straightened his posture. A palpable aura of anger surrounded the approaching figure, enough to be mistaken for bloodlust.
[…If I make eye contact, I’ll be killed.]
Noticing the guard’s reaction, the source of the anger, Irene, reined in her arcane aura.
[The gate is guarded, and I don’t sense any significant magic from him… Is this really the right place?]
Irene scanned the surroundings, pondering. Yet, no one else was in sight.
Resigned, she thought, “I’ll wait until midnight,” and leaned against the outer wall of the gate.
Just as she had once seen Asley off on his departure.