Under the vast expanse of the dark galaxy, the district hummed with life. A cacophony of chatter filled the air as people moved in a thousand directions, their faces illuminated by the soft, flickering light of street lamps that lined the bustling pathways. Nyxander and Beorn walked the labyrinthine walkways, their boots pressing against cobblestones polished by the tread of countless feet.
The duo maneuvered through narrow alleys cloaked in shadows, their sharp eyes scanning every corner. Occasionally, they leaped onto the rooftops, surveying the lively streets below, their senses tuned to every murmur and motion.
At times, a sudden noise, a sharp yell or an echoing clang, would break the rhythm of the night, propelling them into action. They darted toward the source, their steps swift and deliberate, only to find the streets safe once more. Now, perched atop a towering building, the two finally paused to catch their breath.
