Charles and Kaira strolled through the clan's grounds, leaving the stone hallways behind for open-air paths.
The sun blazed high, warming the air with a pleasant heat, and the sky was clear, with just a few lazy white clouds drifting by.
It had been several minutes since they left Charles's room, and the clan's landscape was shifting.
Stone buildings gave way to dirt trails lined with grass, and soon they reached an open area—a sprawling green field dotted with tall trees, their leaves swaying gently in the breeze—swish, swish.
Charles couldn't help but stop, his jaw dropping slightly.
'This place is massive,' he thought, craning his neck to take it all in. 'This clan isn't just a bunch of buildings. It's… like a damn city.'
The sheer scale left him speechless.
He'd expected the clan to be big, but not this big.
Rian's fragmented memories hadn't prepared him for this.
"Kaira," Charles said, turning to her as they resumed walking. "How big is this clan, exactly?"
