As Archer stepped through the towering gates of Northwatch, he was struck by a wave of awe. The city unfolded before him like a vision torn from the pages of Earth's forgotten past, an echo of the Victorian era reborn in his empire. Cobblestone streets wound between towering ironwork buildings adorned with brass filigree and glowing arcane lanterns.
Steam hissed from underground channels, mingling with the hum of enchantments that powered the city's heart. Carriages rolled past, some drawn by beasts bred in the northern wilds. Clock towers loomed above, keeping time not just by the sun, but by the shifting tides of magic.
Citizens in tailored coats and flowing robes bustled through the streets, a fusion of old-world elegance and imperial ambition. Archer was shocked by everything; he'd never been here, so this was his first time. The women were just as shocked as they took in everything as Meredith grabbed his sleeve.
