Castaway buzzed with life that even infected Lucen. Bright lights and confetti livened up the previously empty street. Loud cheers and music chased away the silence.
The reserve troops were tasked with hunting down the remaining Bull wolves, and Lucen wasn't sure if he wanted to join them. A couple more kills would get him closer to completing the system's mission, and getting a new skill.
The scent of alcohol and roasted meat made it a bit easier to sit back though. But he once again had to greet the Guildmasters that were sponsoring this. Their creepy smiles and layered words irritated him.
Lost Street was turned into a dazzling celebration. Colorful ribbons and banners were strung between houses, and long banquet tables were set along the streets to feed the soldiers.
Lucen's head rested against the wooden table as he waited for them to serve him. Puppeteers and a troupe of musicians put on an exciting show, but he wasn't really as interested as Helie and the others.
