The vibrant, coastal metropolis located just a few miles inland from their private retreat was a sensory masterpiece of pacified civilian life. The narrow, winding streets were lined with glowing paper lanterns, and the warm evening air was thick with the intoxicating aromas of roasted spices, sizzling meats, and sweet jasmine. For the first time in his entire existence, Boss Solis was walking through an unsecured, densely populated urban environment without calculating a single tactical breach.
The retired sovereigns of the terrestrial globe were simply out for a walk.
