The Secret Society

Vardy followed Elyra through the narrow streets of the city, his mind racing with questions. 

They were venturing into a part of the city he didn't recognize, the buildings growing older.

Elyra seemed unshaken, as though she had walked this path a hundred times before. Her gaze never wavered.

Finally, they stopped in front of a tall, crumbling structure that seemed like little more than a forgotten relic. 

The building was squat, with a heavy, iron door that looked as though it hadn't been opened in years. 

It looked abandoned, a place that would be easy to overlook, but Vardy sensed that Elyra had brought him here for a reason.

Without a word, she stepped forward and pushed open the heavy door with a creak that echoed.

Vardy hesitated for only a moment before following her inside, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, just in case.