Just like that, when Michael deactivated his ability, they were already in a deserted alley. The smell of the garbage lingered in the air, which made the four of them pinch their noses. The sound of carriages, footsteps, and voices of people echoed in the streets before the alley.
Gregory stepped out from the shadows, only to see a bustling crowd of people talking and laughing. Some had frowns on their faces and looked stressed as they banter with merchants to bargain. While some merchants were full of smiles as if the people on the streets were walking money.
Carriages come and go with their horse vigorously carrying them, unloading the items on the ground, while some drops people on the sidewalk. One could say that the liveliness and prosperity of a city could be seen in its market.
"Where's that bastard?" Fein turned his head left and right to look specifically at Anthony. Yet he didn't even see even his shadows.
