The district where the Von Heim manor was located was an enormous one.
Nestled at the northern edge of Pyrellis, it sat atop a series of gentle hills, connected by a clever mesh of wide, well-constructed roads.
None of them were steep enough to hinder the passage of horse-drawn carriages, but they were high enough to elevate one's view.
It was thanks to the very nature of this place that Lugh could catch a glimpse of the rest of the city sprawling below—an endless ocean of structures, lights, and life.
From where he stood, the bright glow of lamps scattered across the capital like stars against dark velvet.
They twinkled faintly in clusters, broken occasionally by broad roads and open plazas.
In the distance, far beyond the glow and bustle, the looming silhouette of the Jade Palace stood like an illusion.
Towering and ominous, its figure seemed to float somewhere between dream and reality.
