On the run ( II )
"Intruder, halt!" A furious, commanding tone crept into his ears, turning his gaze to meet a man cloaked in white—a grand archmage, a seven-tier powerhouse.
Ossa had long disappeared into the crowd below, who went about their everyday lives, oblivious to the happenings in the sky right above them. The city shimmered with the light of the golden sun rays reflecting off its structures, entirely made of sunstones. The houses bore a close resemblance to Jewish houses from 4 BCE.
"I am not a threat," Umbranis raised his hands in surrender.
"That sly dog," he thought, his gaze shifting to the crowd below.
"Huh, Umbranis..." The mage, recognizing him, said in surprise.
He knew of this draconic creature that had moved to Lumen City a year ago, never once causing trouble and being under the protection of Rohan, the demigod. But now, here he was, going against one of their greatest taboos.