As Thoren walked into the town, news of his return spread like wildfire.
Within minutes, people began pouring out of taverns, tea houses, and inns.
Curious awakeners crowded along the muddy streets, whispering among themselves while staring at him openly.
Their faces carried a mixture of shock, fear, admiration, and curiosity.
"So… that's the Grim Reaper…"
"Wow! Look at his silver hair… it's grown even longer."
"Why do I feel like he's different from before?"
"His presence feels stronger…"
As Thoren walked along the muddy road, he could hear every piece of gossip floating through the crowd.
His enhanced senses captured every whisper.
Every murmur.
Every breath.
He could also feel the weight of countless burning gazes pressed against his skin.
Some people looked at him with admiration.
Others stared at him with lingering fear.
Many simply watched him with fascination.
Thoren frowned slightly.
"When did I turn into a celebrity?" he muttered to himself.
