Nyxander and his first team had arrived at the Flame Astro Station, entering through its northern gates beneath the relentless blaze of the day. Yet, despite spending an entire day scouring the streets, alleys, and corners of the bustling district, they had found no trace of the rogue fighters they sought.
Now, as the midday sun of the second day hung high in the sky, its scorching rays spilled like molten gold across the crowded streets, casting sharp shadows and blinding reflections off the metal signs and stone buildings.
The daylight burned brightly overhead, spilling its molten gold across the bustling district, casting long, jagged shadows that danced beneath the feet of the crowd. The murmur of voices blended into the hum of the marketplace, a chaotic symphony of bartering, laughter, and the rhythmic clatter of footsteps. But despite the noise and the familiar energy of the Flame district, something felt off-kilter, like a melody just slightly out of tune.
