Cyno had just finished a long and tedious day of work. However, he was filled with a subtle sense of satisfactory, for he had delivered justice. He had been working from sunrise to sunset, a calm red on the horizon. Cyno held his polearm in his hand, finally coming into the forest of Sumeru. After walking in the sand for so long, he couldn't help but feel relieved with the solid ground beneath his feet– Though still his feet ached. As he entered Sumeru, he remained stoic and on guard.