Two weeks had passed since the Morningstar Group introduced its innovative products, yet Astheria's capital still pulsed with the same excitement as when they first arrived.
From sunrise to sunset, the streets around every Morningstar store were alive with activity. Carriages filled the roads, merchants shouted to attract customers, and crowds of eager citizens packed the neighborhoods.
The sound of coins clinking together had become the heartbeat of the city, creating an unmistakable rhythm that resonated through each alley.
Day after day, thousands of Stormheart Blenders, Emberheart Stoves, Frostborne Vaults, and Tideweave Spinners were snatched up before lunchtime.
With each hour that passed, the Morningstar logo gleamed more brightly; its golden sun emblem was as well-known to the people as the royal flag.
However, beneath this bustling commerce, envy simmered among the nobility, particularly those from the lower and middle classes.
