Atlas walked through the capital on patrol with his sword at his hip. There have been multiple demon sightings in the last few weeks. Security has increased throughout the city. People are paranoid, and nobody knows where the demons are coming from, or why they're coming now. He stopped at a street vendor to grab lunch, under the guise of scoping the town out for news, before resuming his patrol.

"Thanks," he mumbled to the vendor as he shoved a piece of bread into his mouth. His eyes track a suspicious-looking cloaked figure.