The train screeched to a halt at the station, and Trafalgar stepped into the chaotic flow of people. The building was bursting with life—merchants haggling, nobles strutting in tailored robes, adventurers preparing for quests, and students chatting in groups. Humans mingled with elves carrying bundles of herbs and scrolls, dwarfs dragging crates of ore and metal, vampires cloaked in dark silks offering rare potions, and lycans hauling heavy cargo with ease. All kinds of races moved about in their own trades and duties, their differences blending into the restless rhythm of Velkaris. No wonder; the massive structure next door was none other than the central hub of Gates, the magical pathways that connected Velkaris to other major cities.
'Now that I think about it… maybe I should visit Mordrek and the others one of these days. Just to see how they're doing.'
