In another part of the world, in another kingdom far from Esta's borders, two powerful beings clad in glorious armor walked steadily toward the capital city's main gate. Their presence radiated authority and menace in equal measure, though their faces remained hidden beneath deep hoods.
"Stop! What do you think you're doing crossing the line without proper identification?!" A gate guard stepped forward aggressively, his aura flaring outward as he attempted to intimidate the strangers into compliance.
He was an adept rank warrior—strong enough to handle most threats to the kingdom's security, and accustomed to people backing down when faced with his power.
The two hooded figures continued walking without breaking stride, completely ignoring his command and his displayed aura as if neither mattered in the slightest.
