The delegation's pace slowed as they passed through the main gate of Gantz, the bustling city alive with the vibrant energy of its inhabitants.
The streets teemed with people hurrying to and fro, their footsteps blending into a symphony of bustling activity. Merchants called out their wares, enticing passersby with colourful displays. The air was filled with the enticing aromas of various cuisines wafting from street food stalls, tempting the senses.
As they ventured further into the city, their eyes darted around, taking in the sights and sounds. Brone, a figure of authority, the group leader, clicked his tongue, a subtle sign of annoyance. His gaze turned to his mage, a slender man riding a horse beside him.
"It seems your magic is not working, Derek," he scoffed with scepticism. "Everything seems fine here."
