The evening light filtered through the dense clouds covering Eldoria, bathing the city in a somber, almost cruel golden hue.
The trio moved slowly through the narrow streets, dodging debris, avoiding guards, and diving deeper and deeper into the living—and sick—part of the city. The disguise spell still protected them from their identities, but nothing shielded them from the weight of what they saw.
Strax walked ahead now, his eyes fixed, but his jaw clenched. He wasn't always the calmest person, but the scene ahead was really making him nervous. Something in his posture had changed. His shoulders were more tense. His hands were clenched in the pockets of his cloak. Yennifer noticed it before Cristine did.
"Even though he seems strong... even he feels empathy," thought Yennifer, without taking her eyes off a wall marked with symbols of resistance.
At every corner, decay showed a new face.
