The next morning in the Velmourn city was… even tenser.
It had almost become like a tradition, every other day felt heavier than the previous one.
Today, however, the reason was not the usual Stonefang–Velmourn tension.
Today, it was different.
The morning was pale and cold.
Snow covered the lanes in a thick white layer, cracked by boots and dragged lines where people had walked early. The sky was still grey; people were up before the sun.
This was the city centre, the gathering area.
Ropes were tied across the ground, making two spaces, one for the Velmourns, one for the Stonefangs.
Of course, the ropes alone could never stop a fight; they were just here to… remind. For the people to know that they were being watched and that they must control themselves.
However, things had already begun to change to some extent.
It was the third day since the Stonefangs came inside the wall. Of course, people were not comfortable. Not even close. The tension was still there.
