The banquet continued deep into the night.
Atticus felt tired. Unfortunately, becoming a star did nothing to rid one of the exhaustion that came from dealing with people. His mind felt heavy. He wanted to go home.
As he idly contemplated escape, an announcement rang through the hall.
"Duke of Man, Kalaxt Ravenstein. Avatar Bourn Ravenstein, has arrived."
'Avatar, hm.'
It seemed his mother had been right. His cousin was recognized more as Solvath's vessel than him.
The doors swung open and two figures entered.
The first was a broad, muscular man with a stern face. A perpetual gloom seemed to cling to him, accompanied by an oppressive presence that pressed against the hall.
The second was equally tall and broad, his expression calm and unbothered.bHis presence felt different. Deeper. More aligned with reality.
An Avatar.
