The midday sun casts long shadows as we navigate the bustling streets of Braedon, the warmth of the afternoon still lingering in the air. The atmosphere around us is lively, with merchants hawking their wares and townsfolk going about their business.
Broderick moves confidently through the crowds, his bulk parting the sea of people with ease. As we follow him, I can't help but notice the subtle changes in Ayame and Blossom's demeanor. Ayame's usual poise is still intact, but her eyes dart around, taking in every detail, every potential threat. Blossom, for once, is silent, her usual cheerfulness replaced with a determined seriousness.
