The air in the capital tasted like ash. Kairos Vedaryan walked through the dusty training yard of the Solaris Palace. He had packed a single leather satchel with bread, dried meat, and a simple water skin. He wore his travel boots and a dark cloak over his simple tunic. Asteria was strapped carefully at his back. The holy silver blade was dull, resting quietly in its leather scabbard.
He didn't want a grand farewell. He just wanted to leave before the Fallen Monarch decided to send a horde of shadows to tear the city apart looking for him.
"You are sneaking out like a thief, village boy."
Kairos stopped. He turned around. Ignis and Terravarous were standing near the weapon racks. They looked exhausted. They were covered in dirt and sweat from trying to cast magic in the thin air.
"I am not sneaking out," Kairos replied quietly. "I just didn't want to interrupt your training. How is the fire?"
