"Look…"
"What?"
"Silver hair. Blue eyes."
"G-Gasp…"
As Thoren walked through the streets of the town, faint whispers followed in his wake like trailing shadows.
They were low, hurried, and filled with unease, carried from mouth to ear before disappearing into the air.
He had decided to rest for the day before continuing his plans.
Since arriving in the Abyss, he had never truly taken the time to explore the town.
His days had been spent either fighting, surviving, or preparing for the next inevitable confrontation.
Apart from the alchemist shop where he had sold the Blueheart Lotus, he had scarcely stepped into any other establishment.
Now, however, things were different.
With his current reputation, every street he walked down felt altered.
People pointed at him discreetly.
Some froze mid-step before hurriedly turning away. Others avoided meeting his gaze entirely, lowering their heads as if afraid even a glance might invite disaster.
