"Beautiful," Newt murmured softly as he took in the sight of the bustling city around him. The streets were lined with an array of exquisite buildings, ranging from grand structures to humble abodes, while the air was filled with the enticing aroma of food stalls and bustling activity.
As Newt walked along the bustling streets, his mind wandered back in time. "It has been 150 years," he whispered to himself, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia.
"150 years?" Jewel echoed, a note of uncertainty in its voice as it observed Newt from its bracelet form.
Newt offered no response, merely smiling enigmatically as he continued on his journey.
Finding himself drawn to one of the nearby stalls, Newt settled into a seat and glanced around at his surroundings. However, he couldn't help but notice the stall owner's disapproving gaze as it lingered on his tattered robes and unusual appearance.
