While the group strolled through the bustling event, Hoyo and Kassandra seemed to be having the time of their lives. Hoyo, as expected, was engrossed in sampling food from every stall, his enthusiasm boundless as he commented on the flavors and textures of each dish. Kassandra, on the other hand, was drawn to the equipment and relics on display, her eyes lighting up as she admired ornate weapons, enchanted trinkets, and other curiosities. Despite her interest, it was clear that most of the items were far too expensive for any of them to afford.
Ludwig, however, was not as carefree. His eyes roved across the crowd, sharp and calculating.
'Though none of this is really my business, things are spiraling out of control here,' he mused, watching yet another soul dragged away in glowing chains.
The sight was becoming disturbingly common. For every moment of laughter and joy among the festivalgoers, there seemed to be an undercurrent of something darker.
