The gates of Legendor swung open with a sound like divine thunder.
*CREAK... BOOM!*
Not the usual creaking of old hinges, but a resonant echo that carried weight beyond mere metal and wood.
Citizens looked up from their daily routines, hands freezing mid-motion as something in the air itself changed.
The afternoon sun caught gleaming armor first.
White and gold. Pristine. Flawless.
A river of divine judgment made manifest, flowing through cobblestone streets like holy fire given form.
"Holy shit..."
An adventurer whispered from a nearby tavern balcony, his drink forgotten in his hand.
"That's... that's the Inquisition."
*Clank... clank... clank...*
Synchronized footsteps echoed through the district, hundreds of boots moving with military precision that spoke to decades of training.
Battle priests. War clerics. Templar knights whose presence alone made the ambient mana feel heavier, more oppressive.
