Midas found himself walking through the busy streets of his revitalised city where the air was thick with the scent of confidence amid recent victories and perseverance for a brighter future.
His people were thriving, brimming with confidence and joy, and Midas could not help but feel a surge of pride as he observed their progress.
Every corner of New Hope City, a city he had designed and helped build with his own hands, buzzed with activity. The Clan had a restless drive and desire to move beyond this place that had a barrier around it, and it showed.
Midas might seem like he was strolling, but he was actually making his way to a place that had become something of an Embassy where people who wanted to leave the city on missions would go stake their claim and get rewards for their bravery.
