The humid air of Davao settled around me again, thick and heavy, smelling faintly of salt and earth. The distant hum of the coastal highway pierced the quiet.
I took a steady breath, muscles still humming with residual fire from the Emberfang Style. The Ogre King's Core throbbed softly as I put it inside my inventory — a reminder of the battle just passed.
'No time to rest.'
I started walking, boots crunching on the cracked pavement as I headed inland. The heat pressed down, mingling with the sweat on my skin.
The city was waking, distant traffic stirring to life as early morning light filtered through thick, humid clouds.
The familiar streets guided me like muscle memory, each step a silent beat echoing through the quiet. My destination was clear: Third Floor, Room 307.
