Dane POV

At the bottom of the tower stairs, Dane hefted the bag over his shoulder. The crystals didn’t feel burdensome, but he knew Lilia would not be pleased if any of them got damaged.

The eerie silence put him even more on guard. Not even the normal sounds of people going about their business.

Lilia glanced at him, picking up on his wariness. “Probably everyone is staying out of the fighting and letting Cyran and his warriors handle it,” she ...