Chapitre 482: The Harsh Lesson at The City

Kael's hand brushed instinctively against the pouch at his side, only to meet the bare leather strap dangling loosely. His breath caught, a wave of realization crashing over him. He spun on his heel, scanning the bustling marketplace with wild eyes. Among the vibrant chaos of vendors and their colorful stalls, a small figure darted between the throng, moving faster than the crowd's natural flow. The faint jingle of coins gave them away.

"Thief!" Kael's voice cut through the noise, sharp and desperate. Heads turned, but no one moved to help. A few curious glances followed the fleeing figure, but the marketplace had its own rhythm, and disruptions like this were just part of its melody. Kael bolted forward, weaving through the mass of bodies, his heart pounding in his chest.