Altair's emergence from the rift was a tumultuous mix of anticipation and anxiety, a surge of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. He found himself in the familiar confines of his chamber within the Palace of Sunset. A gentle breeze, almost a whisper, playing at the curves of his ashen hair, heightening his senses to the bustling world beyond. The sound of officials, their tireless work echoing through the walls, was a stark reminder of the impending storm. Despite their exhaustion, they remained silent, their hearts burdened by fear.
Faintly amused, he stepped onto the terrace, his gaze drawn upwards to the once serene azure skies, now marred by the bustling traffic of the Sky Cruiser. Even from the sanctuary of his castle, the chaotic sight of lanes directing the flow was a jarring contrast to the tranquility he sought.
