Sebastian arrived back in the North City after three months of staying inside the savanna, hunting various fanged and absorbing their mana.
His clothes were worn and torn from battle, and a layer of dust and grime covered his skin.
Even his armor had been almost destroyed. Upon entering the city through the poor wooden fence, Sebastian's shoulders slumped in relief at being somewhere familiar again, or better yet, at being inside a relatively safe area.
The winding dirt paths between the makeshift houses seemed unchanged, with residents going about their business despite the dangers lurking just outside the fence.
The only difference between this time and his previous visit was the significantly reduced number of guards patrolling the streets. It seemed the Blackfire Clan was no longer searching for him, or for anyone else, for all that mattered. And it did not.
Those few guards that remained paid Sebastian no mind as he made his way into the city.
