The trio continued walking through the bustling streets of West Rose City, the vibrant nightlife a stark contrast to the gravity of their mission. Neon lights painted the sidewalks, and the thrum of music spilt out from the packed clubs.
Phoenix, Lyra, and George moved as a unit, though their dynamic was anything but synchronized.
Phoenix's sharp gaze swept the crowd, always alert for signs of rogue monster activity. George trailed slightly behind, clutching his notebook like a lifeline, while Lyra walked with an air of relaxed confidence, taking in the sights and occasionally throwing playful glances at George.
"So," Lyra began, her voice light as she sidestepped a couple stumbling out of a club, "what's the plan, oh fearless leader?" She directed her question to Phoenix but kept her tone deliberately cheeky.
