The journey through the city center felt like walking on a knife's edge. Along the way, the atmosphere changed drastically as soon as Avvion stepped into the crowded area.
People who were busy trading or chatting in the market fell silent automatically.
Everyone, without exception, stopped in their tracks and bowed their heads as deeply as possible the moment Avvion's figure passed by. No one dared to raise their head.
Olivia, who was walking behind, felt extremely uncomfortable.
Who on earth is this man that everyone bows and pays respect to him like this?
she wondered to herself. She noticed that the people's reaction was not just respect, but a deep-seated fear.
When they finally arrived in the middle of the city square, a very luxurious carriage made of polished black wood with shimmering gold ornaments was waiting.
The carriage driver, an elderly man in an official uniform, immediately climbed down and knelt quickly before Avvion.
