[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Heart Kingdom Outskirts]
[Virelheim Mountain Village]
For once, the ever-present overcast skies above the village had finally cleared, the usual thick, suffocating clouds peeling away to reveal the vast night sky.
The streets were empty now, abandoned to the night. The higher platforms, usually alive had fallen utterly silent. Not even the creaking of doors had accompanied him.
With his mind restless, Mikoto found no solace in the idea of sleep. His body was still, but his thoughts refused to quiet. So, he wandered—tracing the quiet streets of the ground floor of the village. He passed beneath the long, sloping roofs of homes, he drifted past closed shops with faded signs and darkened windows, his ruby-red eyes never once lingering long enough to care. There was nothing here worth his time.
