“This stop is White Tower Station, White Tower Ruins. The doors will open on the right. Please mind the gap as you disembark. Once again, this stop is…”

The train station buzzed with activity as people boarded and disembarked.

However, most of those on the platform wore the distinctive uniforms symbolizing Ragnar.

What was once a site frequented by scholars studying traces of ancient civilizations now carried the distinct scent of impending conflict, almost as if the air reeked of burning already.

“Ahhh! Finally stepping outside again. It feels great!”

Stretching wide to loosen his stiff body, Selpherd groaned contentedly.