Levelling Up The Weakest System

Return To The Trout's Gills

It had been a long time since Alexei had walked the streets of Alandria, and nothing much had changed about the city at night.

In the day it was a hustling and bustling area where goods were sold and people enjoyed their time together, but as the moon rose and the sun fell it became a much darker feeling place altogether.

The night was almost identical to the one that he had left the Academy on.

The water of the lake lapped gently at the underside of the pontoons that made up the city and the boats that were tied to their moorings.

Moonlight glinted on the still surface, serving as the only illumination in the darkened streets. If it had been a cloudy night there would have been no light at all.

Back then he had only heard rumours of people who had met a murky end on a dark and cloudy night at the bottom of the lake, but he himself had cast someone to the depths, and there was no doubt that their body was down there even now, bloated and trapped as the eels feasted on his distend