16th Days (5) | The First Visitor (5)

"Yup. That's going to be the majority of people visiting this region, my lady—those willing to tread into dangerous territory," Sebas remarked lightly… yet, it carried an underlying truth as both their gazes lingered on the entrance of the border wall. "…And the majority of them will be highly capable adventurers who walk the fine line between danger and insanity."

"That… doesn't sound very reassuring."

"It isn't… but such is the nature of this land. Only those bold—or reckless—enough would dare step foot here." He glanced at Anastasia, his expression calm, though the gravity of his words hung heavy. "It's inevitable… and you'll see more of her kind in time."

Anastasia's gaze hardened, a mix of concern and anxiety over the future of her land creeping into her expression. "And… what if they're not as 'playful' as she was?"

Sebas paused for a moment, considering her words carefully…

"Then… I'll deal with them."