The sky above the capital city of Valantharia was bright today. Not too hot, and not raining either. The city bustled as usual—merchants shouting to sell their goods, children running through the crowds, and soldiers patrolling with stiff, disciplined steps.
But one thing was different today—Alvaric had arrived, bringing with him fury and vengeance.
The carriage that carried him and Tamae rolled through the main road, drawing curious stares from the townsfolk. Not because the carriage was luxurious—on the contrary, it looked plain. But the aura emitted by its passenger was strange... and disturbing. Overflowing with murderous intent.
The carriage stopped right at the grand courtyard leading to the Royal Palace of Valantharia. This was the furthest Tamae could escort him.
"This is as far as I go," said Tamae as she stepped down from the carriage first. She stood by the door, gazing at Alvaric, who still sat inside.