The underground city was no longer silent.
Children's voices echoed through its streets. Women gathered beside the water channels, carrying baskets and talking among themselves, while the smell of freshly cooked fish drifted between the buildings.
It was hard to believe that these same streets had been empty not long ago.
Now, people were moving everywhere. Some carried their belongings into new homes, others helped the wounded settle into rooms, and mothers struggled to keep curious children close. A few of the younger ones had already begun wandering around, eager to explore their strange new surroundings.
For the first time in centuries, the city was alive again.
Miros stood near the central avenue, watching Antiphus help a wounded man through the entrance of a large building.
"Have we settled everyone?" he asked.
