Silas walked through the crowd, trying his best not to fall. The whole body was aching, the muscles were screaming in agony, mind was complaining.
Every step he took sent a dull ache to his thighs and lower back. The city was already buzzing—cars honking, hunters rushing around with open backpacks, vendors yelling at the top of their lungs as they sold mana potions like candy.
After struggling for a while, he finally made his way to the Awakened Centre, the board of the building was shimmering bright with the white and blue lights.
The glass doors of the Awakened Centre slid open with a soft electronic chime.
A few hunters laughed loudly near the vending machine, bragging about how they carried their entire raid once again.
Some of them were selling their drops, which they picked after clearing the monsters, and mana cores were getting sold at a rapid rate.
