Gideon stepped out of the tower, with Kilian trailing behind him, his expression openly disappointed.
"Why are you getting rid of the bar?" he groaned.
"I don't want to start another alcoholic epidemic," Gideon replied plainly. "And I don't want you disturbing the people who work there."
Kilian let out a long, exaggerated sigh.
From above, a sharp chorus of chirping echoed through the air, threaded with a faint, almost guttural growl. Gideon tilted his head up.
A courier dove circled overhead, its striking red color making it impossible to miss even from a distance. It belonged to Freebound.
Doves in this world, like any aberrant, had long since mutated.
This one had elongated tails that resembled giant flower pistils, thin yet thick at the same time, swaying behind it like trailing ribbons. They looked like decorative appendages, but in truth, they were exposed nerves.
The bird itself was blind, but its nerves made it possible to track movement.
