A heartbeat later, they arrive.
Dolblas City unfolds before them like a painting brought to life—stone roads set in perfect symmetry, towers of white steel and blue crystal rising in the distance, and massive banners fluttering above the plazas, each marked with a different sigil: wings, swords, dragons, crescents. Every corner of the empire represented.
The sky above is clear, but dozens of magical constructs and aerial beasts soar between the spires. Cheers echo from nearby arenas, and the streets are packed with nobles, soldiers, and commoners alike, all flowing in the same direction.
Karnessa stares in awe. "This city… it's like something out of a legend."
Alix gaze sweeps over the crowd—warriors in ceremonial armor, scholars in deep discussion, scouts from border territories, and cloaked observers who say nothing but see everything. Everyone is watching. Measuring. Judging.
As they walk deeper into the heart of Dolblas City, Alix begins to notice something curious.
