Lindarion and Melion continued their walk, four guards trailing behind them. Yet, Lindarion could feel more eyes on them.
'Yeah, there's no way only four guards would be with us.'
Shaking his head, he looked ahead—an endless expanse of ocean stretched before them, dotted with ships. And not just any ships. These things were humming with mana.
"The Solrendel Port."
Melion smiled, gently grabbing Lindarion's hand as they walked closer. Her voice was soft when she spoke again.
"They run on mana."
'Oh. That explains it.'
Lindarion's gaze swept across the vessels, each one massive—palaces on water.
'They seem like…warships.'
Armed men and women roamed the docks, chatting among themselves, their weapons gleaming under the sun.
"Let's keep moving," Melion said with a smile, placing a hand on Lindarion's shoulder.
'Right…'
