As the festival's lively sounds mixed with the pounding of Wallace's heart in the background, he was being impatient.
He looked around the festival grounds, searching for any signs of the Captain and his guards.
The colorful decorations and energetic music seemed to tease his frustration.
"Why aren't they answering?! Where the hell are they!?"
Every passing second felt like an eternity, as if time itself was against him.
Suddenly, a voice cut through the chaos. It was Captain Dylan's voice.
"Young Baron, why did you call? We're at the gate," he said, sounding confused.
Wallace's attention snapped back to the hologram, and he narrowed his eyes as he examined the image. It wasn't just Dylan's face that caught his attention; it was the sky as well.
The vibrant colors and unfamiliar constellations painted a scene that didn't belong to Toraz town.
