Kapitel 211: Netherash Council

Alfonzo stepped out, his polished boots clicking on the cobblestone driveway. The crisp, cool air brushed against his face, carrying the faint scent of pine and mountain flowers.

Immediately, he could feel the weight of countless eyes upon him. The guards stationed along the entrance, their golden hazel eyes sharp and alert, watched his every move with disciplined intensity. Their expressions remained stoic, but their unwavering gaze was a silent testament to the significance of his arrival.

A smirk broadened Alfonzo's lips as he acknowledged the silent scrutiny. With a confident nod to Reginald, who stood at his side, he began his march forward, each step deliberate and measured. His cape billowed slightly with the motion, the rich fabric catching the light and adding to his imposing presence.