...Present...
The city of Elordia was a sprawling, magnificent beast of civilization.
As the capital of the human continent and the home of the Obsidian Fang Academy, it was a place where magic and mundane life collided in a chaotic symphony.
It was a city of dreams.
A city of heroes.
A city where legends were born.
And currently, in the quiet, suburban West District—a cozy residential area lined with flower boxes and picket fences—Kael was walking down the street carrying a bag of potatoes.
"..."
He wore his pristine black uniform, which stood out starkly against the domestic backdrop of retirees gardening and kids playing hopscotch. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, his posture relaxed, but his eyes were dead.
He shifted the heavy grocery bag hanging from his arm. It clinked with the sound of glass jars and vegetables.
