The group moved swiftly through the quiet, lamplit streets of Mosseira, their boots tapping against the stone as they followed the trail the artifact had marked earlier.
The night air was sharp and cold, and the moon above watched like a silent witness.
Prince Karevan led at the front beside Maera, his long silver hair flowing behind him, his steps confident but filled with tension.
The others—Azhriel, Raymond, Chloe, Sydelle, Nyverra, and Caelyn—kept close, alert for any movement in the shadows.
As they passed a street corner, Karevan spoke suddenly, his voice low but clear.
"By the way, cadets of the Academy," he began, "did you know that not too far from here, there was a fight earlier tonight? One that nearly destroyed the entire street."
The group froze for a moment.
"Fight?" Raymond asked, turning toward the prince. "What kind of fight?"
"A serious one," Karevan said. His expression was dark.
