[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: China Country]
Most of the porcelain people had gathered now, drawn in by rumor faster than reason. They formed a loose ring around Grimm and Puck—some standing too close, others lingering just far enough away to feel safe—every one of them talking at once in brittle voices that clicked softly when they moved their heads.
"I heard the guards say he took care of all the Deseruit Beasts?" one whispered, leaning toward another.
"Yeah," came the hushed reply, eyes fixed on Grimm's armored silhouette. "I heard that too. All of them. In seconds."
"Was he responsible for that bright light over the walls?" another asked, craning their porcelain neck upward, as if the light might still be there, waiting to be explained.
"I didn't see it," someone else admitted, almost defensively. "But I felt it. Like heat."
A different voice, far less reverent, chimed in from the side. "He should comb his hair more. It's wild."
