Founder's Day dawned over the city of Amberfall.
From the moment the sun rose, the city was already alive. Banners bearing the sigils of House Fireborne hung from balconies and spanned the streets, their crimson and gold colors catching the light.
Shopfronts were decorated, lanterns were strung in rows above streets, and every square bore signs of meticulous preparation for the grand spectacle promised that night.
Every year on Founder's Day, the royal family of Ignisra would host a spectacular event at night.
And tonight would be no different.
The streets were packed. Families poured out of their homes, vendors called out to one another, and musicians played lively tunes that echoed between streets.
Children ran freely through the crowds, laughing and chasing one another, playing with wooden swords while wearing paper crowns, reenacting tales of the First King with boundless enthusiasm.
