The Armstrong mansion stood tall and imposing, its stone façade weathered but proud — a bastion of strength amidst the crumbling world outside.
As Kyle, Melissa, and Bruce approached the front gates, the guards immediately opened them, word of their arrival having traveled faster than the carriage.
People lined the courtyard — nobles and commoners alike — their expressions a swirl of emotions.
Some eyes lit up with hope at the sight of Kyle. He was the miracle worker, the one who had saved towns from beasts and uncovered plots buried under years of rot.
But others… others narrowed their gaze, distrust and disdain coloring their features. Rumors of Kyle's unorthodox ways and his apparent connection to forbidden knowledge made them uncomfortable.
To them, his return did not mean salvation — it meant further disruption.
Kyle ignored the mix of stares. He had seen worse.
