Two months passed like a gust of the north wind—cold, swift, and leaving an indelible mark.
At the Iron Hearth Lightning Rail Station, the main platform was teeming with a crowd. This was no ordinary gathering; it was a meticulously planned reception orchestrated by Rumina herself. Blue silk banners bearing the Sudrath Wolf crest fluttered between steel pillars. At the end of the platform, a small stage had been erected, complete with a red carpet that stretched from the train doors to the VIP waiting area.
Rumina stood at the front, wearing a deep blue gown with silver embroidery—the same one she had worn during her first meeting with Vernazza in Meridoss. This time, there was no trace of nervousness. She had prepared everything.
