Gregor confidently made his way through the lively Gryphon District, fully aware of the tumult he had unintentionally sparked.
Brutus and the others followed closely, their footsteps resonating on the cobblestones in a rhythmic echo.
Above them, the sun hung like a disk of liquid gold, its rays spilling over rooftops and bathing everything in a warm light. Once a quiet and almost sleepy area, Gryphon District now buzzed with newfound vitality.
Stalls opened earlier than usual, with vendors cheerfully calling out as if they could sense the potential for profit in the air. People hurried through the streets, making the alleyways feel narrower than before.
Brutus slowed down, his rugged face reflecting surprise as he took in the bustling scene. "Wow," he said, his deep voice cutting through the din.
"There are a lot of people here today. Is it always like this in the mornings?"
He scanned the area, as if seeing an entirely different district than he remembered.
