Fay stepped out of the tent with Mirage at his side, the flap falling closed behind them.
He greeted the guards who kept the gates barred, giving them a brief nod before waving for the doors to be opened.
Together, he and Mirage passed through, the heavy wood creaking shut again behind them.
As they walked, the night air carried the heavy scent of smoke and cooking fires from the refugee camp beyond the walls.
Dozens of faces turned their way, drawn by curiosity, fear, or hope.
The crowd pressed forward but kept a tense distance, waiting for the verdict.
Fay raised his voice, steady but not harsh. "Only the children will enter the city tonight. A few parents may come with them, but the rest must wait until we decide and test you all."
The words rippled through the camp, sparking shouts and protests.
Some argued openly, while others pleaded, insisting they could not be left outside with beasts prowling after dark.
