Third Person's POV
Their influence seemed to stretch into every possible corner of the empire.
I clearly underestimated how deeply rooted this empire is... thousands of years of dominance don't just vanish overnight.
They entered the inn and though no guards manned the entrance, Ethan immediately understood that such precautions were unnecessary.
The mere presence of the word Imperial in the name was more than enough to strike fear and caution into any would-be troublemakers.
Few would dare to even breathe wrong in such a place.
Inside, a warmly lit reception hall welcomed them with its cozy and elegant design.
The scent of rare incense floated faintly in the air and mixed with the subtle aroma of polished wood and rich fabric.
Wasting no time, Ethan strode confidently toward the reception desk where a bespectacled and mildly beautiful young woman was deeply engrossed in a book.
