Later that night…
Montrelle City pulsed with life, bathed in a kaleidoscope of colors.
Strings of glowing lights crisscrossed the streets like woven constellations, while the Grand Plaza had transformed into the heart of a grand celebration.
The air was filled with the melodies of bards and street musicians, their instruments singing joy into the night.
Everywhere one looked, there was laughter and movement, a stark contrast to the tearful reunions that had taken place in the Hall of Awakening just hours earlier.
Now, joy had taken root.
Cheerful voices mingled with the fragrant scent of freshly cooked meals.
Long banquet tables stretched across the plaza, heavy with a bounty of dishes both hearty and exotic.
Families gathered around them, sharing plates and laughter, their eyes still misty with the afterglow of relief and reunion.
Chefs moved like dancers behind their stalls, working with flames and spices in practiced grace, ensuring that no plate remained empty.
