Stone Town District.
The sky above Stone Town was turning orange. The afternoon air felt warm on the skin. Below, on the neat stone streets, several merchants began packing up their wares, preparing for the night.
Illya, Zaefal, and Rasie walked out of the large door of Lord Emeric's office. Their first alliance meeting was over. After hearing Zaefal's theory, Illya had calmed down and managed to lead the meeting.
"Huaaa, we did it," Rasie muttered, stretching her stiff neck.
Illya stopped for a moment, looking ahead. The vast ocean spread out in the distance, reflecting the orange color of the clouds. A soft afternoon wind brushed against her face.
"What's wrong, Illya? You've been quiet," Zaefal asked.
Illya snapped out of her thoughts and shook her head slowly. "Hmm, no. I'm just grateful today's meeting went smoothly."
"I see," Zaefal said. "For now, we must reply to Fy..."
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
