Holy Capital Acron
Holy Empire
Beta Continent
November 6th
Year 1055
The park stretched wide and open beneath the afternoon sky, its paved paths winding between trimmed lawns and clusters of old trees that cast broad patches of shade.
Benches were scattered along the walkways, some occupied and others empty, while the sound of passing footsteps, soft laughter, and the constant rhythm of people coming and going made the place feel alive.
Rosaline was sitting on the bench in the middle of the busy park, watching the many pet owners as they went about with their pets, most of which were domestic cats and dogs.
She glanced toward one corner and saw a cat playing with catnip, and when her gaze moved elsewhere, she noticed a dog running after a frisbee thrown by its owner's children, who clapped excitedly.
