The morning sun rose over New Portland, casting long shadows over the once-chaotic streets. The neutral party, now firmly in control under Fenrir's influence, stood gathered at the town's center to see off Fenrir, Mary Ann, and Rui.
The town had shifted dramatically in a short time, with Fenrir's "miracle" reshaping the perception of power and faith in the region.
Mary Ann watched the townsfolk murmuring among themselves, their gazes filled with awe and reverence for Fenrir. She adjusted her coat, stepping toward the carriage that awaited them. "They think we're saviors now," she said quietly to Fenrir, who sat in his wheelchair at the foot of the carriage ramp.
Fenrir smirked. "People always need something to believe in. Today, it's me. Tomorrow, it'll be someone else. What matters is what we accomplish before their faith wavers."
