The ancient city, within Uruk.
By the marketplace.
"Yi Lin, enjoy your meal!"
If it were any other place or time, this lone man and woman, seen from behind, might appear to be strolling through the streets.
They were just short of holding hands.
But that was impossible.
Milien was clad in tight-fitting silver armor with a blue lining, looking heroic.
Of course, it wasn't much different from her usual battle gear.
Yi Lin, however, had a bit more of a stylish flair.
Summoned from the Heroic Spirit Seat in the guise of a "Caster (Magician)," Yi Lin was inexplicably draped in a pitch-black robe. It had the air of The God Stick, partly thanks to the mysterious patterns on its edges, which Yi Lin recognized as a minor magic that enhanced defense.
And to comment without bias... this appearance was pretty cool.
At this moment,
