They walked through the twilight haze for nearly half an hour.
Feet crunching against the gravel path as the forest gave way to signs of civilization.
The town wasn't large—just a cluster of buildings with soft lantern glow spilling into the dusky street—but it had walls, guards, and warm food.
That was enough.
Raven and Theron had both activated small circular talismans, illusion artifacts that shimmered faintly before blending over their faces, dulling their features into that of average travelers—plain clothes, soft eyes, no hints of their true heritage.
No one batted an eye as the trio walked through the gates.
They booked two rooms at a modest inn near the square.
Raven took the key and quietly disappeared into hers without a word. J
ust a brief glance back at the boys—cautious, thoughtful—before closing the door.
Kai and Theron entered theirs a moment later.
The room was simple—two narrow beds, a small table, and a single window overlooking the street.
