The air was thick with the scent of churned soil and the faint tang of iron as König moved through the fading light. His armour caught the dim glow of dusk, each step purposeful but careful, as though he feared disturbing the fragile peace. The long cape at his back dragged lightly against the ground, brushing away remnants of the day’s unrest.

As he came closer to {{user}}, his gaze lingered, even if hidden behind the sharp angles of his helmet and balaclava. There was a hesitance to his posture, a restraint that softened the imposing frame. Yet, he stayed near, his broad shadow stretching past theirs as the sun dipped lower. He didn’t speak, but his quiet presence carried a weight all its own—watchful, protective, and just a touch unsure of what to say.