Fires of Revelation

The streets of Bernlit were quiet as we made our way through the city, the sounds of our horses' hooves echoing off the cobblestone streets. The events of the night weighed heavily on my mind as we rode, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air.

Sir Michael led us through the city, weaving swiftly through the empty streets. We soon arrived at our destination, a grand stone building. The imposing structure loomed before us like a fortress, similar to the castle in Lahore. Sir Michael led the way, his demeanor tense as he pushed open the heavy wooden doors and stepped inside.

The interior of the building was dimly lit, the flickering torches casting long shadows against the stone walls. Fiona awaited us in the main hall, her expression grave as she took in the sight of our ragged group.