Outside (1)

The evening was slow in Gala. Cold and unkind. Maybe it was the season. Even though the coat and cloak, Wrik felt some chills in his spine. Leaving the colourful dome of the great wall, Wrik moved into the outside again. It was the second time that he was going, but today he was not alone. 

There was another person with him who was more knowledgeable about the ways. Byul was similarly dressed like him, though her figure was two heads shorter than him. 

  The sun had set, and the limelights were sparking across the great wall. There were no rows of lamps on the path uniformly like the inside, but the lights were available far better compared to Elania. The worse thing about the outside of the great wall was the air—it was not fresh in the slightest.