Alix descends through the clouds and toward the mountain city, the air humming faintly as he suppresses his aura. His armor is no longer the ornate, eye catching plating he wore in battle—he changed earlier into a simpler set, dark leather reinforced with steel, something any seasoned traveler might wear. Without the armor, his features stand out more clearly. Sharp, otherworldly, his presence more akin to the rare monster races he now sees roaming the streets below.
When his boots touch the stone road at one of the mountain gates, the guards—hulking beastkin with obsidian horns and crimson eyes—pause to glance at him. Their stares linger for a moment, sensing something unusual about him, but in this city, unknown monster races are not so uncommon. They move on without a word.
