The streets of Yalmir's capital made Syux look like a dump.
Buildings spiraled upward. There were silk banners fluttering between spires. Fountains shot streams of water that danced in midair before raining down as mist.
"Holy shit," Isabella breathed, squinting. "Are those buildings fucking?"
"They're intertwined for structural support," Kimiko corrected.
"Whoa... Building sex!"
On her end, Melisa tried not to gawk like a tourist and failed spectacularly. Every corner revealed new wonders. Floating markets, bridges made of light, kitsune casually levitating instead of walking.
[No wonder they think humans are boring.]
Their escort led them deeper into the city. The crowds parted, staring at the strange delegation. Whispers followed in their wake.
"The nim mage."
"Is that really her?"
"Look at those horns."
"Think she'd swall—"
"MOVE IT," their guard barked. The crowd scattered.
