Central City (3)

"Something doesn't feel right," Valencia muttered, her eyes scanning the massive walls that loomed ahead.

The sun beat down mercilessly as Valencia and her companions approached the central city's imposing gates.

After months of separation and battling through their respective territories, their reunion should have felt triumphant.

Instead, tension hung in the air like a gathering storm.

The gates stood open, but unlike the other territories they'd encountered, there were no armed guards, no visible security measures.

Instead, a small welcoming party awaited them as five men dressed in simple but elegant clothing appeared before them, with their faces bearing friendly smiles.

"Travelers! Welcome to our humble city," the tallest of the group called out, his voice carrying an artificial cheerfulness.

"We've been expecting you!"

Jan exchanged a quick glance with Bazz, whose hand instinctively moved closer to his weapon.