Urmas leaving Arkoth

Urmas, mounted and solemn, was leaving the city at a slow pace, his mind weighed down with sorrowful thoughts. He knew Arkoth well—he had devoted his entire life to the city’s development and protection. Leaving it behind like this, in silence and without farewells, filled him with a deep sense of guilt.

At the city’s gate, he paused briefly. Half-turning in his saddle, he cast one last look at Arkoth—his birthplace, his home. The city was slowly awakening; its half-asleep residents began emerging from their homes, engaging in the rhythms of daily life. Here and there he heard cheerful exchanges, and a wave of warmth spread through his chest.