THE VEIN OF THE WORLD

Hutton, Bob, Boma, and Julian stood in front of the Blinding Town's hall, a modest yet sturdy-looking structure that had clearly been well-maintained despite its age. The faint hum of activity within the building suggested that even a small town like this had its fair share of responsibilities to manage.

As they waited at the entrance, Hutton adjusted his coat slightly, his eyes scanning the surroundings. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of earth and the remnants of a recent rainfall.

Before they could step inside, the large wooden doors creaked open, and a figure emerged.

To their surprise, it wasn't a grizzled old man or a suited official—it was a woman.