The morning sun rose over Myrta, casting pale gold light across the damaged rooftops. Despite the destruction from the night before, the streets were already alive with movement. People were clearing rubble, hauling stones, and rebuilding what they could. The city had survived worse.
Adam walked down the main road with Alice on one side and Azrynn on the other. The morning air was cool, but the warmth from the sun hinted at a long day ahead.
Alice stretched her arms above her head, her tail curling lazily behind her.
"Haaah... my body feels better than before."
Adam glanced at her. "How can that be? You were in pretty bad shape yesterday. If I hadn't had Ouroboros blood, you'd probably be paralyzed right now."
Alice scoffed and crossed her arms. "Of course it's because I'm amazing. Injuries like that don't mean anything to me."
Adam shook his head with a faint smile. "Sure, sure."
