As the weary sun sank lower in the sky, Michael's footsteps finally led him to the towering gates of Raven City. The stone behemoths stood resolute, guarding the bustling metropolis with an imposing presence. The city hummed with life, merchants weaving through the crowded streets, their voices blending into a symphony of commerce.
With hope flickering in his eyes, Michael joined the line of merchants, eager to glean any morsel of information about his whereabouts. His worn-out robe clung to his body, dirt and dried blood marring its once vibrant colors. Ignoring the weariness that threatened to engulf him, he scanned the faces of those around him, seeking a chance encounter that might shed light on this unfamiliar realm.
