Kornacis, Royal District, Moses Pub.
"Whitesky glows above the broken land, a crown of dawn in weary hands.
"Whispers rise where the shadows fall; the Rav'akari answers with a call!
"Steel against the silence, hope against the fire, one name burns eternal, one drips with desire!"
In the pub, a red-haired singer sang her heart out to the partying crowd as the moon shone brightly through the open windows, casting a soft glow on all their upturned faces.
The beer was flowing freely, and the laughter was contagious. The meaty food was being devoured with desire. It was a loud night.
In that moment, Aren arrived in the pub with a link of a necklace dangling from his pocket. He was again using the Human Flesh Mask.
This time around, he looked like an ordinary middle-aged man with a small scar on his cheek and a short beard.
He then walked across the pub.
Having to weave through the drunks and those dancing on the floor until he arrived at the corner table.
"Whew…"
