As the group moved through the city, the crowd gradually parted, their awe-struck gazes following Aengus and his companions. The reverence in their eyes was unmistakable, but Aengus paid no mind to it. His focus remained on Cedric and Iris, who walked beside him, still overwhelmed by everything that had transpired.
The streets of Arcadia hadn't changed in the slightest. It was still a bustling city of adventurers, though less crowded than before.
They headed toward the Noble District, where the Silvermoon family estate lay.
The nearby buildings stood taller, their refined architecture exuding an aura of power and prosperity. The people, though dazed, were slowly coming to terms of their miraculous return.
Aengus led the group toward the Silvermoon estate, away from the chaos of the central square. The manor was secluded, surrounded by lush gardens.
The revived clan members watched Aria, Astrid, and Ashter with astonishment and surprise.