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The entrance was wide open, with people trickling in from the road. Guards flanked the gate, leaning against the stone walls and chatting idly, barely glancing at those entering the city. A few slouched against their spears, eyes half-lidded, clearly more interested in their own conversations than in checking who was coming through.

Aristellus frowned, irritation prickling beneath his calm exterior. Watching these guards lounging around, barely noticing the refugees slipping past, struck him as deeply wrong.

He stepped through the gate, and the grim reality of Garnet hit him like a blow.

The streets were crowded, lined with makeshift tents and tarps strung between buildings. Families huddled together in alleyways, faces etched with exhaustion and worry. Children clutched their mothers' skirts, eyes wide with hunger and fear. And all around them, Garnet's guards strolled by, laughing and chatting as if nothing were amiss.