Haven of the Clans—it was the honorific given to Stoneheart by all the southern races. And the city lived up to it. The outer city was a vibrant tapestry of commerce, its streets teeming with the sounds of a thousand different voices, the air thick with the smell of exotic spices and smithy smoke. It was a bustling crossroads where the myriad clans were as common as cobblestones. The inner city was a testament to power and prosperity, its architecture a magnificent and orderly blend of styles, where the elite of all races had gathered to make their homes.
Tonight, even the King of the Giants himself, Orion, had emerged from his castle.
In the brightly lit plaza, a grand bonfire roared, casting a warm glow on the faces of those who had returned from the Dragon Crucible in the Emerald Dream Realm. At the center of it all was Lilith, hosting the celebration in honor of a momentous occasion.
