Kapitel 189: Emergency Summons

Night had fallen by the time Albrecht and his companions arrived at Rilegarthe, the city of silver spires and grand archways. A gentle mist lingered in the air, swirling around the cobbled streets that stretched into the distance like veins of a living creature. Above them, the moon bathed the ancient city in its soft, silvery glow, casting long shadows across the intricate stonework of buildings that had stood for centuries. The chill of the evening was a welcome contrast to the heat of battle they had left behind, and the group moved through the streets, each step echoing softly in the quiet of the night.