Marionette

As the dawn peeked over the horizon, the three of us quietly strode through the cold morning streets.

Levi led us through turns and underpasses, avoiding the eyes of others to ensure our safety. Our feet softly touched the fading cobblestone path as we entered a tunnel.

The musty air and darkness obscured our senses, but Levi's simple spell immediately surrounded us with a comforting warmth.

“Deploying any spell before the entrance could leave a trail,” he explained, holding one of my hands.

Inside the old church, the air was heavy with dust and despair, but flickering candles drew us in, casting long shadows over the worn stone. As my senses sharpened, I felt Levi’s steady presence beside me, while Alpheratz lingered just behind, scanning our surroundings.