The walk back didn't take too long, as the dungeon hadn't been very far from Bastion City.
And much to his delight, the guards at the outer wall couldn't care less about the stray cat he was carrying in his arms, even if the fur on said cat was an ever-changing surface of pink, purple, and green.
Now, he only had to walk to the inner wall and hope the guards there would let him through.
Chronos hadn't gone into the inner city yet, even though he was technically allowed access, ever since he joined Paragon. He was content with staying in the more bustling outer ring, where life was vibrant and the flow of time pulsed with activity.
He met a few other players from the guild as he walked toward the inner circle, and nodded his head at them in salute, being respectful. Most of them nodded back, but some just huffed in response.
