Time slipped away quietly, much like sand falling through fingers, and before Gregor knew it, the sun was gradually sinking behind the far-off trees.
The sky shifted from a soft golden hue to a rich, molten orange, enveloping Greyvale City in a warm, glowing embrace.
As Gregor strolled along the cobblestone streets, shadows stretched and grew longer. A sturdy leather sack hung heavily on his back, its weight pulling at his shoulders with each step.
Inside were two Silver Grade swords and a complete suit of Windforged Argent armor, valuable assets for his journey. Yet, despite the load, he felt a lightness in his walk, an energizing sensation that made the weight seem less burdensome.
As he reflected on the day's events, Gregor replayed every choice, risk taken, and reward earned that had brought him to this point.
