The streets of Greshan were quieter now. The festival lights that had once burned bright to honor survival had dimmed, and though the air still carried the scent of roasted food and incense, most citizens had returned to their lives. The city had been scarred, yes, but it stood tall, defiant as ever.
And now, Damien, Lyone, and Arielle stood at its great stone gates, preparing to leave it all behind.
Damien flexed his right hand absently, feeling the rush of energy coursing through him.
The battle in Greshan had tested him harder than most of his previous clashes, but instead of weakening him, it had sharpened his core, like tempered steel. His essence felt denser, more stable, and his muscles moved with an ease that told him he had broken past yet another unseen wall.
He rolled his shoulders, smirking faintly. "I feel like I could take on a small army by myself now."
