Scenes of Bruce's battles replayed silently in the sky.
The thirty versus one clash.
The forest battles.
Even the moment Sophie sliced through the Bronze Horned Buffalo herd flashed across the glowing projection.
Crowds filled the sidewalks, some just arriving for later showings while others lingered outside the theater, animatedly discussing what they had just seen.
Street vendors had quickly taken advantage of the gathering crowds.
Small stalls lined the street corners and open spaces, each illuminated by warm lantern light. The smell of roasted meats, sweet pastries, and steaming drinks drifted through the cool night air, weaving together into a comforting blend of scents that made the lively district feel almost like a festival.
Bruce had just opened his mouth to suggest heading home when.
Lily suddenly stopped walking.
Her entire body froze.
Her nose twitched slightly.
Then, very slowly, she turned her head toward the right side of the street.
