Upon the ridiculously tall walls of the city, it was silent.
Winds howled, strong yet refreshing, and the hues of the sky seemed particularly bright, the radiance of the moon almost blinding up so high.
On an inconspicuous spot along the wall, near its edge, two small dots could be seen—two boys who'd laid camp and sprawled a feast around them.
"Are you sure we're not gonna get in trouble for this?" Samael asked mid-bite, already on his fourth bowl.
Before, he'd be full after a single bowl, but for some reason, his awakening had turned him into a bottomless black hole.
He was hungry. Really hungry.
"…"
Uriel sat facing away from the city, staring at the green plain that stretched far into the distance and connected to a thick forest, dark and full of life.
He ate slowly, his mind empty. His hair danced with the wind, and the hidden ebbs of his heart seemed to echo across the world.
