Brightspire Quarters
The usually tranquil Brightspire Quarters trembled faintly under the deep, rumbling growl of approaching military engines.
Vroooom.
The convoy sped along the wide, pristine roads, its presence immediately drawing attention.
Heads turned from manicured lawns, balconies, and marble walkways as residents paused mid-conversation.
"What is going on? Why is the military here?"
"Are we under attack?"
"This is strange. I've never seen the army enter Brightspire Quarters like this before."
Whispers spread quickly among the pedestrians, their gazes lingering on the convoy as it thundered past.
In a district reserved for the wealthiest and most powerful, such a display of force was unheard of.
The military did not come here casually and certainly not like this.
Within minutes, word of their arrival began to ripple through the entire district.
Inside the lead jeep, Thoren sat calmly, his piercing gaze fixed on the scenery beyond the glass.
