Sebastian and Kirin followed quietly behind Johan, their faces filled with raw despair, which made Johan's eyes droop too.
They were currently walking on a red-bricked footpath by the stone road where carriages were running. Crowds of children and teens played tag, chasing each other, while couples enjoyed deep conversations, standing so close to each other it looked like they might start making out anytime.
The whole street was covered in beautiful blue and red lanterns, flowery decorations perched on top of every food stand and shop.
Night was cold, the chilly air from the ocean adding to the serene comfort of the beautiful evening.
Johan looked around, trying to find a good food stall—they hadn't eaten in three days. Not a single bite besides one small salted fish. Back in Vexely, they hadn't even had time to disguise themselves before Olivia's corrupted self ambushed them, and after that, they'd traveled nonstop over the largest ocean in the world.
