Damian Blacksun [2]

The vibrant, bustling streets of Old Central Town—the bustling capital city of the Myrain Viscounty—were alive with color, music, and the intoxicating scent of roasted meats.

Lanterns hung between the wooden rooftops, and vendors shouted their daily specials over the cheerful roar of the crowds.

Walking calmly through the crowded thoroughfare was a handsome young man who appeared to be in his early twenties.

He carried a heavy woven basket in one hand, his posture relaxed despite the energetic chaos around him.

Sleek, night-black hair fell in a luxurious cascade all the way down to his waist, framing a sharp jawline and striking, icy-blue eyes that gleamed with quiet warmth.

This was Damian Blacksun.

He had arrived in the Myrain Viscounty purely as a traveling mercenary, hoping to turn a modest profit during the ongoing regional Harvest Festival.