The first step he took upon the colossal stairs of the Ruler's Keep sent an invisible ripple through the chaotic energy of Veythral.
Beneath the shadow of his cloak, Cassian maintained a cold, calculating expression as he advanced with determination toward the building's imposing entrance.
The guards flanking the door, in stark contrast to the shabby state of those at the city gates, were true warriors, clad in higher quality steel armor with emblazoned swords at their sides.
Their eyes, like magnets, locked onto Cassian, weighing his every step, his every movement.
Just as Cassian reached the threshold, the two guards moved in unison, crossing their swords to block his path.
The low scrape of metal on metal was a clear and concise command: "Halt."
The larger of the two spoke, his voice muffled and harsh from beneath his helm.
"Identify yourself, stranger."
This was not a request, but a command.
