"There is something you must know," Levi said as he stood beside Raiden. They waited for a carriage alongside the others, with commoners in ragged clothes swarming around their feet, pulling at their shirts for at least something to eat.
Raiden turned to him. "It was said there are people who call themselves Nightmares."
"They practically own Westland City to some extent, and when stronger visitors arrive, they test them before allowing entry into the cityscape."
Raiden raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"
"Exactly what I said." Levi gazed at Aeris as she hailed a carriage. "If we meet their standard of strength, we'll be tested."
He glanced at Raiden. "They keep their city safe that way."
Raiden shrugged.
Levi muttered, "Let's hope they don't notice us. It's better to pass unnoticed than to be tested."
Raiden's attention shifted to the approaching carriage. He gave it little thought, knowing this city was the most secure of the six.
