The day of Fenrir's tour arrived, and the restoration site of the temple was bustling with activity. Workers paused in their tasks as the growing crowd filled the streets, eager to catch a glimpse of the man whose influence had reshaped their city. Fenrir, seated in his wheelchair, moved with an air of quiet authority, flanked by Mary Ann and Rui. Beside them was Father Linus, his posture tense but his expression composed as they approached the temple.
The murmurs of the crowd grew louder as Fenrir stopped at the entrance to the temple grounds. With a subtle gesture, he silenced the noise, his piercing gaze sweeping over the gathered townsfolk. "Today marks the beginning of a new era for this temple," he announced, his voice firm yet oddly inviting. "It will no longer be a place of greed and corruption, but a beacon of hope and purpose for New Portland."