The morning sun broke through the heavy city smog of the central district, casting a brilliant golden light over the crowded avenues of the market sector.
Tony Clark walked along the stone pavement completely solo, his hands casually tucked into the wide pockets of his dark hunting cloak. He had left Julie Faith behind to guard the Cloud-Mist Pavilion and declined Selena's luxurious merchant carriages.
For this new path, he chose to move entirely unbothered and alone. The magnificent Void Dragon's Shadow Bow was securely strapped across his back, entirely hidden beneath the folds of his cloak as his heavy leather boots made a slow, lazy rhythm against the cobblestones.
Tony navigated the twisting labyrinth of the central district until the crowded market stalls gave way to a massive, isolated plaza constructed from pure, white spiritual marble.
