The caravan rolled through the cobblestone streets of Cromwell's port city, drawing curious eyes from all corners. Whispers spread fast — the statue they carried radiated an ancient, divine aura that even unawakened civilians could feel.
"Is that… a statue of a god?"
"It appears so, but what god is that? It's the first time I'm seeing a goddess as beautiful as this — she even has beast-like features."
"Wait, isn't that Lord Nox Cromwell? The Beast Monarch?"
The murmurs only grew louder as they passed. Nox ignored them, walking alongside the caravan while Zarek and Dorran followed close behind. Guards flanked the group on both sides, ensuring that no one came too close. Australux hovered lazily in the air, casting faint glimmers of blue light that reflected off the polished armor of the escorting soldiers.
