The air is dense in the tunnel, and light is scarce in the depths of the biggest city of the western end of the continent, but it doesn't a mayor issue for an expert like him.
Wandering around, drawing what will eventually become a detailed map of the tunnels, though there's plenty of time to study even the smallest archaeological findings down the entrails of the earth. Unknown artefacts appear often, just like the amulet he himself found in an excavation.
He gets momentarily blinded by the shine that suddenly emerges from the amulet. It can only mean one thing.
He runs swiftly through the passage, finds the entrance he entered through, climbs up the rope and get out to the street. Desperately, he pushes the crowd, trying to walk through the mass of people that marches to the opposite direction.
"Lemme through!" He yells, but no one seems to care about him.
The amulet glows brighter each second, and after some more strugle he finally gives up, resigned to leave the city without time for the date he had planned.
He adjusts his goggles, tightens his gloves and closes his eyes, and the crows stares at the place where the young mar stood a second before, he got engulfed in a bright, blue flash.
On the other side of the continent, a man ever so slowly sharpens his axe in a room too big for the candles to properly illuminate. The rhythmic noise helps him focus for his greatest mission yet. The biggest battle of the year, with all the champions gathered.
"Do not disappoint your commander" A cold voice behind him warns.
"I never do" The man answers, standing up.
"Remember, the prince himself will be there".
"He shall die, by my hand" He declares, before disappearing.