The night market, which the system had described to Xion, was actually more dazzling than he had assumed.
He knew this side of the North, being closer to the Darkhelm Castle, had privileges that other sides didn't.
If nothing else, the rowdiness was quite similar to Myrthiana, the royal capital.
Even though he was prepared, the intense cheering, the fire-lit stalls, and the loud shouts of hagglers still startled him.
His attention was soon taken away by the view.
Lanterns glowed as if they were miniature suns strung across the sky, bathing the streets in warm, golden hues. The air was filled with the scent of roasted meats and spices.
There were even game stalls, like those for shooting targets.
Darius, on the other hand, had no interest in the night market. None at all.
His entire focus was on the hyper kitten beside him. Wide blue eyes glowed with awe, darting from one stall to the next like he had discovered a new world.
