The sun rose over the horizon, casting a golden hue across the Mystic City. Slowly, the bustling city awakened from its slumber.
The streets, once silent, now filled with the sounds of shopkeepers preparing their stalls, the clattering of carts, and the chatter of servants rushing about.
Yet, amidst this ordinary morning bustle, shocking news began to ripple through the streets like wildfire.
"Have you heard the news?" a woman asked, her voice hushed but urgent.
"News? What news?" her neighbor replied, pausing with curiosity as he arranged the goods in his small stall.
The woman glanced around quickly, her eyes darting left and right to make sure no one else was listening.
She leaned closer, pressing a finger to her lips. "Keep your voice down. This isn't something to shout about."
The old man frowned.
Why so much secrecy?
What kind of news demanded such cautious behavior?
And this only made his curiosity grow stronger.
