The Order of The Silver Crest
As we hurried through the bustling streets of Everlight, my mind raced with a mixture of fear and excitement. The adrenaline coursing through my veins made every step feel like a leap into the unknown. With each passing moment, the weight of our situation pressed down on me like a leaden cloak, but I refused to let it crush my spirit.
Sir Michael led the way, his strides purposeful and determined. I followed closely behind, keeping my gaze fixed on his back as we wove through the crowded thoroughfares. The streets were alive with activity—merchants hawking their wares, beggars pleading for alms, and townsfolk going about their daily routines with little regard for the chaos that threatened to engulf us.