The air was light, and Dod and Danaël strode with conviction through the streets of Goliath's slum. Naturally, the neighborhood was still bustling with activity.
The din and shrieks could be heard, shrill as a wolf. The reddish moon was out, reflecting the pools of blood on the floor and walls.
"Do you think they're at the central tavern?" Asked Danaël.
"Yes, that's for sure, it's been privatized for the evening", replied Dod in a confident tone.
The central tavern they spoke of was on the opposite side of town, to the north. On foot, our two companions had a few hours' walk ahead of them.
Once out of the slum, Dod and Danaël took the central alley before joining the turbo transportation lane a few meters further on. Turbo-transportation was the most efficient way to get around town.
The entrance to the track was marked by a red line followed by a metal circle some ten meters high. The red ring was suspended about a meter above the ground.
The surrounding magnetic field prevented anyone from approaching it. Dod took one of his crystals out of his pocket, the same one he'd used to heat the potato water earlier.
He tossed one to Danaël, and the two boys approached the turbo transporter.
Fantastic crystals were a major source of energy on the Ordinal continent; fantasia was a special mineral, naturally composed of symbiotic cells.
It had a variety of uses, not least for turbo transporter travel, where it was simply indispensable.