Cold winds rustled my hair as we walked towards the Guild Hall. Everywhere I looked, the crystal-like structures of Aiyaka gleamed, reflecting our images back at us. And behind those shimmering facades, the residents watched our every move with curious eyes.
Each step sent a chill up my spine, but determination warmed my heart. I glanced at my family, marveling at their composure. Father, with his red eyes and distinct facial hair, held his swordsman posture – stoic, yet with a childlike curiosity in his gaze. Mother, with her long pink hair flowing, hummed a soft tune – her way of staying warm, no doubt. And there was Illyanna, darting ahead with her playful energy, her blonde hair bouncing with every step.
