Walking on the broad street, Thoren saw both humans and Mantis Beastmen moving side by side in strange harmony.
Compared to the time when he arrived at the Jackal Town, where everyone had walked with tension and fear as if they were stepping on fragile glass, the atmosphere inside the Mantis Town felt vastly different.
The streets were lively and noisy.
Humans shouted from storefronts while Mantis Beastmen displayed goods beneath large woven canopies.
The sharp smell of roasted meat mixed with the scent of hot sand and metal.
Some merchants raised strange beast carcasses high into the air while others advertised weapons stained with fresh blood.
Even mantis beastmen children could be seen rushing between the crowds.
For a moment, the town felt less like a place buried inside the endless Bleeding Desert and more like a living settlement struggling to survive another brutal day.
Thoren observed everything silently.
