Something strange was happening in the Capital of Vanadias.
To the visitors from foreign lands, everything seemed as vibrant and lively as ever. The bustling streets, the glittering markets, and the towering tree-architectures held the same charm that had always drawn outsiders to the city. But for the residents, those born and raised in Vanadias, there was an unsettling undercurrent rippling through the capital. It wasn't something easily seen, but rather felt—a growing tension, creeping beneath the surface.
Knights of the Teraquin army, more numerous than usual, began appearing in the streets, fully armored and armed, their eyes filled with cautiousness. Patrols became more frequent, as if they were preparing for something unseen. Some even took up positions around key parts of the city, as though encircling it, trapping something—or someone—within.
