The marketplace bustled with quiet energy, its cool air tinged with the scent of fresh snow and enchanted stone.
The narrow streets, lined with wooden stalls draped in colorful tapestries, were packed with shimmering sculptures and gleaming crystals that seemed to pulse with their own ethereal light.
Albedo could feel the faint hum of mana in the air, a delicate symphony of arcane energy woven into the very fibers of the market.
Each stall was a small wonderland of enchanted craftsmanship, pieces that captured light in strange, captivating ways, from translucent ice-flowers blooming under magical illumination to floating orbs of pure elemental power.
Despite only being in this City for the first time, Fade seemed greatly adept at navigating through the winding aisles as she led the trio gracefully, greeting her fellow Elves along the way.
