The heavy oak doors of the council chamber creaked shut, a reminder of the tense exchange of ideas. Relief washed over Evan as he and Mina finally made their way and emerged outside the castle, the stifling air of political posturing replaced by the cool night breeze. Mina followed close behind, her expression grim.
Outside, bathed in the silvery moonlight, stood the imposing figure of Holy Knight Captain Utopia. Her gleaming armor gleamed faintly, and the holy aura that emanated from her was a comforting presence. Evan strode towards her, his boots crunching on the gravel path.
"Captain Utopia," he greeted, his voice laced with a hint of weariness. "Thank you for waiting."
Utopia straightened, her expression unreadable. "Heroes," she acknowledged with a curt nod. "One of the Soldiers informed me of the council's decision. A united front, at least for now."
Evan sighed. "A fragile truce, at best. Duke Radcliffe still pushes for his offensive maneuvers."
