Royal Mountain.
The houses, built of white marble, glistened in the sunlight. Wide cobblestone streets stretched out in precise, perfect lines, flanked by wrought-iron lamps. In each one, an embedded mana stone emitted a steady, cool, bluish light that kept the city illuminated even at night.
The people walking around the place were dressed in ostentatious elegance. Noble-looking men wore suits adorned with gold trim, and women were covered in colorful silk and lace dresses, sparkling jewelry, and enchanted fans.
Every step was a display of refinement, every glance a statement of superiority.
The carriages that traveled the avenues were pulled by blue three-horned horses. On their sides shone the emblems of noble houses, precisely engraved on enchanted silver plates.
Everything in Royal Mountain exuded status and power. It was a city built not for living, but for showing off. Every stone, every lamp, and every gesture of its inhabitants proclaimed hierarchy.
