Kyren's POV
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"Any new suspicious activities from Arcadia?" He asked Farrell as he and Elian went on a little walk out of the palace and through the capital city.
Noctreth city had hundreds of obsidian fortresses that reached into the skies, as well as smaller buildings around them.
The roads were lively with people from different occupations and walks of life, many of them bowing when they saw Kyren.
And as expected, none dared look weirdly at Elian.
"Nothing yet, sir," Farrell responded in the communication device set inside Kyren's right ear. "Sir, do you think it's a good idea for you to be out there right now? It's—"
"Don't tell me you're about to talk about it not being safe, Farrell." Kyren chuckled, finally stopping at a food stall at the entrance of the city's main market. "Keep me posted on anything suspicious from the borders. And also for the Dark Hand."
With that, he cut the call, letting out a small sigh.
