Anthony and Colonel Vazeryth touched down with practiced grace, arriving at their destination in silence.
As Anthony took his first step forward, he sensed an unfamiliar shift in the air, subtle, intangible, yet undeniably different.
He couldn't quite place it, but something was off.
The people here moved without tension.
They carried no weight of presence.
No vigilance sharpened their gaze.
No hint of bloodlust lingered in their steps.
They didn't tread like soldiers prepared to strike at a moment's notice.
Instead, they strolled with the ease of civilians in a marketplace, unguarded, unconcerned, and utterly at peace.
Not a single head bowed, nor did anyone offer a salute or greeting as Anthony and Colonel Vazeryth advanced side by side through the unbothered crowd.
By now, Colonel Vazeryth had transferred the Severed Crown of Echoes into his spatial ring, its ominous presence sealed away.
