The Superior Rebirth: A Hero's Awakening

The Start of Revelation

March 3rd, 1810

As everything unfolded behind the scenes, Xavier's journey had only just begun, and this voyage was a testament to that. After two long days at sea, they had finally reached their destination. Just as the golden light of dawn pierced through the lingering shroud of night, Xavier and the others on board were momentarily blinded by its brilliance. But as their eyes adjusted, what lay before them was even more breathtaking.

From afar, Xavier's cosmic blue eyes locked onto the sight of a grand and marvelous city, standing like a testament to human ambition. His breath hitched, and words failed him. He had seen beauty before, but nothing quite like this.

Great Britain.

As their ship docked among a vast assembly of vessels—each unique in size, design, and purpose—Xavier wasted no time. With a swift leap, he landed gracefully onto the wooden planks of the pier, his boots clicking against the aged timber.

"Wow," he murmured, utterly taken aback by the sheer scale of the city before him.

The cold morning breeze tousled his brown-black hair, carrying with it the scent of salt and industry. Towering above the cityscape, a massive clock loomed in the distance, its hands ticking with a rhythm that seemed to dictate the heartbeat of the city.

Anastasia, following closely behind with Alcmena perched on her shoulder, let out an awed sigh. Her emerald-green eyes shimmered in the morning light. "This city is gorgeous!"

Alcmena, usually more reserved, nodded in agreement. "It's been a long time since I've seen a sight like this."

Adam was the last to disembark, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed their reactions. His expression was one of amusement, as if their astonishment had been entirely predictable.

"We've finally arrived, everyone," he declared, stepping forward with arms outstretched. "Welcome to my homeland—the Kingdom of Great Britain. Welcome to London!"

As if to mark their arrival, a flock of birds soared above them, their wings slicing through the crisp air. The city itself seemed to breathe, alive with movement and purpose.

Extending a hand toward Xavier, Adam's expression turned serious. "Come, Your Highness. Many things await you."

Xavier hesitated for a brief moment. A whirlwind of thoughts stirred within him. What had he truly gotten himself into? What lay ahead in this foreign land? But there was no turning back. He had come too far, and the only path left was forward.

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The streets of London stretched before them like veins in a living organism, pulsing with energy and life. Every corner revealed a new marvel. The people—rich and poor alike—moved with a certain dignity. Even the simplest of peasants dressed in attire far superior to those in other countries, their clothes neatly pressed, their postures upright.

The roads were paved with bricks, their surfaces polished smooth by years of foot traffic, while some areas were intentionally rugged, adding to the city's unique aesthetic. Buildings stood tall and proud, their architecture distinct, blending the old world with the burgeoning age of industry. Children laughed and played in the alleys, their joyful voices mingling with the chatter of merchants and scholars alike. Coffee houses buzzed with intellectual discourse—men in finely tailored coats debating politics over steaming cups of imported beans. Some spoke of war, others of philosophy, while a select few whispered in hushed voices about the future of Britain's empire.

The streets pulsed with the sound of hooves against stone, but what truly caught Xavier's eye were the machines. Sleek, steam-powered carriages rolled along the roads, their intricate mechanisms exhaling plumes of vapor. This was a city caught between eras—rooted in tradition yet eagerly embracing the tides of progress.