At the Water Team Station
The pathway bustled with life-murmurs from merchants and tradesmen formed a gentle symphony in the background. Nyxander and Beorn walked down, steps measured and of a sure gait. Smells wafted through the air: crackling food, the metallic scent of newly forged arms, the earthly smell of medication that the apothecary was selling.
"Who were those guys back at the Aether Glide? Their stares were sharp enough to peel skin, and there was obvious tension between both teams," Nyxander asked, his voice low yet edged with curiosity, quick as a blade seeking answers.
Beorn turned his head slightly, giving Nyxander a fleeting glance before focusing back on their path. "Those were the 'Flame Astro,'" he began, his tone steady yet laced with caution. "Their leading astro is Centric; that man who stared at you through the bloody gaze that almost boiled the air. Our group is named 'Water Astro,' with our leading astro already known to you: Lumina.
