Arriving at the Rivelle Manor, Asher stepped quietly into the grand building. The air was thick with the lingering scent of smoke and iron, remnants of the chaos that had swept through the territory. The two guards he had seen stationed at the entrance the previous day were nowhere to be found. Asher didn't need to ask what had happened, his mind already told him they were either dead or aiding in the aftermath of the Monster Tide's destruction.
The manor, once a place of calm nobility, now carried an aura of weariness. Stepping inside, Asher was greeted by the old head butler, whose back slightly hunched as he bowed, his demeanor still carrying the discipline of years in service.
"Welcome back, Tenth Sun. Young Lord Whale, Young Lord Canestane," the butler greeted respectfully. His voice trembled slightly, whether from exhaustion or reverence, Asher couldn't tell.
