[Tranquil City - City Entrance]
A few days later.
Damian arrived alone, hours after the others had returned.
He'd needed time to understand his Domain, to explore its parameters and limitations and to ensure he had control before returning to civilization.
The train deposited him at the main station, and he walked through familiar streets with his hands in his pockets, his crimson hair catching in the wind.
His mood was still low.
The weight of what had happened to Zavier's family pressed against him despite the Domain absorbing most of the crushing despair.
But then, he actually looked at the city.
And stopped walking completely.
'What happened here?'
The Outer Region stretched before him, transformed beyond recognition from the war zone he'd left months ago.
Clean streets lined with functioning streetlights. Buildings freshly painted, windows intact, no signs of gang territorial markings anywhere.
