The Citadel's vast halls carried a quiet tension as the delegation from the Night Court made their way through. Outcasts lined the corridors, their gazes sharp, whispers filled with a mix of suspicion and disdain. The Nightkin, however, moved with an air of calm indifference, their focus solely on the purpose of their visit.
Constantine, Damien, and Kento met the delegation near the entrance to the Assembly Hall. Constantine, leading the group, stepped forward with a welcoming smile.
"Yo, Elias!" Constantine greeted, extending his hand. "It's been a minute. Welcome to the Citadel."
Elias, a tall man with a composed demeanor, took Constantine's hand in a firm shake. "Constantine St. John. The Citadel… it hasn't changed much since I was last here."
Damien stepped up next, his smile easy. "Well, if it's any consolation, neither have we."
Elias gave a slight nod, his expression slightly amused. "So I've noticed."
