A few days had passed since Damon's return, and the lively air in the capital had become far more intense. Except this time, there was an invisible pressure filling the air.
It was a weight that could be seen on everyone's faces.
Troops moved through the city, transporting supplies, weapons, and equipment. Different banners and flags flew above the streets alongside those belonging to the Empire, showing just how many forces had gathered here.
Damon sat inside a carriage, wearing armor with his hair done to perfection. He had considered wearing a dress, but it wouldn't really do for him to walk around looking like a lady who needed to be protected.
For that reason, he had chosen armor.
Naturally, it was his Ascendant Armor, manifested through his soul. It had taken a few adjustments to make it work with this body, but it was better than nothing.
Damon almost forgot what it felt like to be this weak.
