While Aether was busy tricking someone, meanwhile, on the borders of two great Empires that had recently merged, a few hooded figures suddenly emerged from the shadows.
"Hmm... Look at that border... it doesn't even look like one," one of the hooded figures muttered, it's voice carrying a hint of disbelief. The border, which should have been marred by destruction—cracks, chaos, the inevitable scars of two Empires colliding—looked eerily seamless, as if it had always been a single, unbroken land.
It was unnatural!!
"What should we do now? I see soldiers patrolling everywhere," another figure asked.
"What else? Use that damn horn already," the first hooded figure snapped.
They moved forward cautiously, but just as they were about to take another step—
"Halt! Who are you?" A soldier from Pyra's side stepped forward, blocking their path with a sharp glare. His grip on his weapon tightened instinctively, sensing something off about the strangers.