After clearing the Central District of Tynoon, Galen and Liam made their way to the Eastern District.
They now stood atop the tallest building in the district—a modest four stories high. Galen stood with his hands tucked lazily in his coat pockets, scanning the district with half-lidded eyes. Beside him, Liam crouched low, peering over the edge with a calculating gaze.
The Eastern district was a close cousin to the Central one—brightly lit and buzzing, though slightly less congested. Despite the bright city lights, their elevated position and the cover of shadows kept them hidden from view.
"The breeze up here's not bad, wouldn't you say, kid?" Galen said, closing his eyes to enjoy the wind brushing across his face.
"Yeah, it's decent," Liam replied, side-eyeing him. "But shouldn't we be sweeping the place?"
"Yeah, yeah," Galen muttered with a yawn. "But honestly, I'm losing the will to care. It's like, what—three hours till midnight?"
