The streets of the upper-mid layer of Carthage were alive with movement.
Ren, Thorn, and Lilith weaved through the crowds beneath the glowing white street orbs, their lights blazing to signal full daylight.
The streets were filled with warmth and activity. Vendors hawked food from steaming carts, couriers darted between shops, and cloaked citizens moved about their day with quiet purpose.
Ren adjusted the strap of his pouch, badge glinting at his chest. "We need rest."
"No argument here," Thorn said, rubbing at his shoulder. "Feels like we haven't slept properly in days."
Lilith gave a tired nod. "Our new badges won't mean anything if we collapse before using them."
They turned down a side street quieter than the main road and approached a modest-looking inn tucked between a bakery and a smithy.
A wooden sign hung over the doorway, swinging slightly in the artificial yet stiff breeze running through the streets.
