(Sonya's POV)
Shortly after separating from Simon, Sonya wandered through Velmora without any particular destination.
She had told him that she wanted to find something entertaining, but she had no idea what that something would be. She simply followed whichever street sounded the most interesting.
To Sonya, the city was not dark.
She could hear the wheels of carriages grinding against stone, the heavy steps of demon beasts, and the arguments of merchants trying to squeeze more hell stones out of their customers. Every movement sent faint vibrations through the road and into her feet.
Some demons walked lightly.
Some dragged their feet.
Some carried weapons that struck against their armour with every step, while others breathed like they had spent their entire lives drinking and avoiding exercise.
The scents also changed from street to street.
Food.
Blood.
Medicine.
Sweat.
Cheap perfume.
