The first light of dawn gradually broke, and the originally dim outskirts of the city began to reveal a hint of orange sunlight. As time passed, that orange hue spread across the entire sky, and Farol began to awaken.
The residents of the Lower City District were the first to wake up, with merchants opening their stores, newspaper boys delivering news on bicycles, and fishmongers from the slums directly pouring boiling water used for cooking fish from the third floor, mixing the damp earthy aroma with the pungent odor of sardines, wafting into the bustling morning market.
In the entire Lower City District, only Crow Alley remained quiet and cold, indifferent to the liveliness of the world.
Bishop Rada's demigod might swept in, oppressing everyone present.
The cultists wore solemn expressions.
They were well aware of the consequences of offending Bishop Rada, after all, he was the Demigod of Pain.
