The heavily armoured, jet-black limousine glided to a perfectly smooth halt before the towering glass monolith of the Rosea headquarters. The terrestrial midday sun beat down violently upon the bustling financial district of Green City. The atmosphere outside the tinted windows was thick with the scent of hot asphalt, vehicle exhaust, and the frantic, palpable energy of millions of mortals desperately chasing their terrestrial fortunes. It was a stark, chaotic, and incredibly loud contrast to the sterile, opalescent perfection of the Sacred Land.
Solis sat in the plush leather interior of the vehicle, his silver-grey eyes focused entirely on the man sitting beside him.
