Splash—!
Crimson waves lapped against the side of the dock, scattering droplets of red across the worn planks as boats drifted in and eased themselves alongside the pier.
"Get the merchandise out!"
"…Make sure that nothing goes wrong with it! There's a lot of precious material inside!"
"Hey! Be careful…!"
Virellith was as lively as ever. Merchants filled the streets, some docking their ships and unloading goods brought from distant lands beyond the Remnant South.
At this very moment—
"Stop for a moment."
A voice drifted through the air. It wasn't loud, yet it slipped effortlessly into the ears of every merchant present, stopping them in their tracks. Soon, every head turned toward the main bazaar connected to the port, where several figures dressed in white emerged from the crowd.
All noise stripped from the surroundings, all eyes focused on the envoys of the Goddess of Light.
