The footsteps felt incredibly light, yet the burden they carried was heavy enough to crush anyone who lacked mental preparation. Easter stood in front of the grand, pristine white iron gates that towered high, challenging the bright Avellyn City sky.
In stark contrast to the magnificence of the building before him, Easter intentionally wore the worst clothes he owned, a loose t-shirt with a faded pattern full of gray stains, paired with thin cloth pants whose edges were already starting to fray.
He took a deep breath, letting his chest fill with the sterile air of the foundation grounds, then lifted his face, which had been purposefully dirtied with street dust. When a neatly uniformed guard approached him with a brow furrowed in utter disgust, Easter stepped forward with a look in his eyes made to seem entirely helpless and afraid.
