A man wearing leather armor rushed into the room.
He was of little consequence, but the surprised expression on his face made everyone turn their heads towards him.
"It's the leader of the Golden Asura. He's come back from the Second Trial!"
***
Walking down the streets of Valestorm, Cain didn't know what to think.
The Evernight air was freezing.
Despite that, several mana lanterns hung from posts in almost every corner of every street, lighting the whole place up.
Standing under the lights were people trying to sell their wares to Hunters or Pilgrims passing by.
Most of what was being sold were mundane items that had been scavenged from rubble that were still useful.
Occasionally, there would be a useful trinket or a magically enhanced dagger or sword. But besides that, there was nothing of value.
However, this was all these people had.
