Faint but Visible

As the slightly cool midafternoon breeze of Andelheim, which was already alive with the sounds of the tournament blew, Valeria strode through the crowded streets toward the arena, her thoughts focused yet shadowed by her lingering exchanges with Lucavion.

The tournament atmosphere was electric; merchants hawked their wares with aggressive cheer, and vendors offered everything from enchanted amulets to energy potions aimed at competitors.

Her head was filled with thoughts as she approached the grand arena, its towering structure looming over the city like a fortress.

What was he implying with his talk of masks, and of people who manipulated others' vulnerabilities? She had left their exchange feeling more exposed than she was comfortable admitting.