He found himself walking down the busy streets of Valerion. He moved absentmindedly through the crowded road, the streets heavily decorated with banners and flags. Confetti rained down from airships floating high in the sky.
Children carried toy swords and small banners, laughing as they played together, their excitement clear for the war games tomorrow.
Warriors and adventurers strolled proudly through the streets, weapons gleaming under the sunlight and armor polished to a shine.
Knights patrolled with rigid discipline, security tighter than usual. Each wore their finest armor, their presence a reminder of the grand scale of the upcoming event.
'Hmmm, Valerion really is a beautiful city… how did I not notice its beauty all these years?' Damon thought to himself.
As a child, times of celebration like this had mostly been an opportunity for him to steal.
