Orion stepped out of the imposing headquarters of the Revlon City Guard, his face impassive despite the grueling interrogation he had just endured. The grand stone structure loomed behind him, its towering presence a testament to the city's rigid order. The chill of the evening air bit at his skin, but he barely noticed. He had answered their questions with precision, offering just enough truth to keep them satisfied while carefully concealing the depths of his knowledge. The guards he had bested earlier still glared at him from the shadows of the building's entrance, their pride stung by their failure to subdue him. Yet, bound by the Throne's decree, they could do nothing but watch as he departed.