They moved as one unified force.
Reinhard, Marie, Joseph, Janus, Amiya, Casseo, Veryn, Honor, the golden Melo warriors, and now Vlad, Brunhilde, and Saint Lucian.
The formation adjusted naturally, the three powerhouses taking positions that maximized defensive coverage while maintaining speed.
They entered Helios as their steps hit golden stones cracked by roots and age. Buildings loomed on both sides, their tarnished surfaces reflecting the group's passage.
The city felt empty and hollowed out, like something vital had been removed and never replaced.
The Golden Melo Warriors grimace with looks of regret appearing on their face. Vlad had a slight frown and a sorrowful look while Amiya and Janus looked around in wonder.
The pale tree grew larger as they approached, its impossible scale becoming more apparent with proximity.
What had seemed massive from the entrance now revealed itself as truly colossal, a living structure that dwarfed even the largest buildings around it.
