Elyas stepped out of the tavern and a soft breeze welcomed him. He pushed his bangs away from his eyes as his little cat meowed and brushed against his ankles. He sighed, scratching the feline behind the ears briefly before walking towards a cluster of crowds in the distance. Irys ran after him and attempted to climb up his trousers in the clumsiest of manner. The raven-haired young man stopped and scooped up the little cat in his hands. She mewed happily and climbed on his shoulder, licking the boy's cheek.

"Hey, stop that," Elyas giggled. "There's no time for this. We must go and investigate what's going on..." he started, his face filled with worry at the sight of the two town guards blocking his path. He tried to look past their shoulders but they kept moving in front of his view. Elyas frowned, his eyes narrowing.

"Sorry, sir. We cannot permit you to cross this area," one of them said.

A horrible growl filled the air, causing the guards to turn their heads around for a split second. Elyas took this opportunity to push past them. He ran as fast as he could and he reached the crowded spectacle a moment later. He uncurled the cat from around his shoulder, placing her on the ground. She hissed at him and he shook his head apologetically before pushing past the terrified crowd. He stopped as he spotted a wolf pouncing on a devilish-looking creature. His eyes widened at the sight unfolding in front of him. He reached his right hand inside his trench coat and clasped his fingers around his fire sword.