Apologize for Not Being Able to Update As I was having a fever

They finally stepped outside the Silver Citadel, leaving the relative calm of the lobby behind. The streets were chaos. Carriages, pulled by panicked pegasi, clattered past, their drivers shouting and their passengers screaming. Elven healers, their robes billowing in the wind, rushed towards the Citadel, their faces etched with worry. And in the sky above, squadrons of elven soldiers, their armor glinting in the light of the twin suns, flew towards the tower.

But Alyndra's father ignored it all. He strode forward, his expression unreadable, his gaze fixed on some distant point ahead. He did not summon a carriage, he simply walked, and they followed.

"What in the seven hells was that?" a female elf, her voice shrill and panicked, cried out from a nearby group.

"An explosion," another elf, his face pale and his eyes wide, replied. "In the Silver Citadel. Can you believe it?"