Rhys landed first, followed by Dalin and the others as they hopped down from the hovering vehicle onto the city walls, rain beating against their shoulders in steady sheets. Without wasting a moment, they moved toward the group gathered there, footsteps splashing against the soaked stone.
As Dalin spotted a familiar face, she stepped forward, her eyes narrowing with interest. Her fiery gaze swept over the figure standing before her, analyzing every detail with open scrutiny.
"Good to see you didn't let the Ravencourt surname fall into disgrace," she said, her voice sharp with its usual arrogance. The mocking tone in her words made her intent clear—this wasn't praise; it was a jab.
She could clearly see her cousin hadn't just survived the trials of the other world—she had held onto her player identity and risen to become the strongest in the city, carrying that truth with the pride of a crown worn in plain sight.
