The carriages rolled to a stop on uneven ground. Beyond the clearing, a sprawling camp had been erected—pavilions lined in neat rows, banners stitched with family colors fluttering under the morning breeze. In the middle, a massive tent dominated the space. That was where the lords and ladies would watch, the mana drones already floating above like silent eyes.
The door swung open, and Noel stepped down, Revenant Fang strapped at his side. Marcus and Clara emerged from another carriage, Marcus stretching like he'd just finished a nap, Clara fixing his collar with a sharp flick of her hand. Elena followed, her golden eyes scanning the camp with quiet curiosity.
Noel gave the camp a once-over, unimpressed. 'So this is it. I don't find it incredible either, the truth is, the area is quite similar to the last time.'
