After finishing his breakfast, Gray walked out of the Peace-loving residence, Rose trailing silently behind him. Her crimson eyes darted about, taking in their surroundings, though her expression remained unreadable.
Gray wore simple white clothes, the large sword on his back adding an imposing air to his otherwise calm demeanor. He seemed at once serene and ferocious, a quiet storm waiting to be unleashed.
Passersby instinctively moved aside, giving him way as he strode through the streets. Though his face remained impassive, his aura made it clear he was not a man to be trifled with.
The city wasn't large, and within minutes, Gray arrived at the Northern Gate. The massive structure looked freshly repaired, erasing any trace of past battles. Soldiers patrolled the area in higher numbers than usual, their faces grim. The atmosphere was tense, almost suffocating.