As Luke stepped beyond the castle gate and onto the streets of Nateron, a hush seemed to fall over the bustling city. The sight of him, draped in his grand blue robe with the crest of Nateron emblazoned on his chest, commanded attention. Every step he took exuded a quiet power, a presence that was impossible to ignore.
People turned to watch, their conversations faltering as they caught sight of him. The streets were filled with a mix of old residents from Edenhide and the newer settlers from Purewood. Nateron was a city of diversity, where the faithful Noirists lived alongside Antinoirists and those who followed no faith at all. King Alf had ensured that the city was a place of freedom, where beliefs could coexist peacefully as long as respect was maintained. Yet, despite their differences, all eyes were drawn to Luke.
