[Greet Market Lane]
This was the heart of commerce in the city.
Towering buildings stretched toward the sky, their polished glass surfaces reflecting the constant movement below.
Every notable chamber of commerce and trade hall had a presence along this grand street.
It was a place where wealth flowed like water and influence was measured in gold, connections, and power.
The street was never quiet.
From dawn until deep into the night, it remained alive.
Pedestrians moved in steady streams, weaving through one another with practiced ease.
The air itself seemed charged with opportunity.
Inside one of the towering buildings, Thoren and his family were inspecting the property that would soon belong to them.
Thoren's expression remained calm and unchanged, as if such grandeur was nothing out of the ordinary.
But the same could not be said for his parents and Elara.
Their faces were filled with awe and excitement.
