Lyon and his companions descended from the sky, leaving the grand floating city of Empyrean behind. The familiar landscape of Nostria stretched out below them, a patchwork of green fields, bustling towns, and winding rivers. As they landed just outside the royal capital, the sense of being home washed over them, mingled with the anticipation of the tasks that lay ahead.
The royal palace of Nostria loomed in the distance, its spires reaching toward the sky like fingers grasping at the clouds. As Lyon and his group approached the palace gates, the guards stood at attention, recognizing the returning heroes and allowing them passage with respectful nods.
Inside the grand hall, Queen Sylviana was seated on her throne, attending to the affairs of the kingdom. Her regal demeanor commanded respect, but her eyes lit up with genuine warmth as Lyon and his companions entered.
