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Neon lights pulsed through the streets, flickering advertisements towering over the sprawling district of Astral City. Airships hummed above, gliding across the star-studded sky like silent sentinels. Down below, military patrols marched in precise formation, their armor reflecting the cold, artificial glow of the city's skyline.

Yet, despite the grandeur of Astral City, one small establishment stood apart from the high-tech chaos—the Oak and Lantern.

Tucked away in a quieter part of the district, the quaint tavern and restaurant exuded an old-world charm, its wooden doors and warm lantern glow offering a stark contrast to the steel and neon outside. It was the kind of place that had history, a relic standing stubbornly against the tides of modernization.

And tonight, it was where Magnus found himself.