The boy moved quietly through the narrowing paths of Leonora City. His steps were so light that even the scattered gravel beneath his feet failed to produce any sound.
As he went deeper, the structure of the city began to close in around him.
The buildings leaned inward as if pressing the air into a tighter space, while the already dim light faded further into thin streaks that barely touched the ground.
The atmosphere grew quieter yet his pace never slowed, and his gaze remained fixed ahead with unwavering focus, guided by something he could not see but clearly felt pulling at him from within.
It was not just direction that guided him, but a strange and persistent curiosity, something subtle but impossible to ignore like a call that resonated deeper than thought into his being.
He stopped moving.
A faint sound reached him, the soft rhythm of armored footsteps accompanied by low voices.
