Imogen and Raphael's weary footsteps echoed through the crowded streets of Akiya's capital. The illusion spell that had shielded their arrival had faded, exposing them to the curious glances of passersby. Imogen's magical energy was running low, and she couldn't afford to use more spells recklessly. They both understood the need to blend in, to avoid drawing attention, as getting caught prematurely could jeopardize their mission.
With each step, they meandered through the city, taking in the sights and sounds of this foreign land. The bustling marketplace, the aroma of exotic spices, the vibrant tapestries hanging from the stalls – everything was so different from their home in Erast.