The city shimmered under the late morning sun, alive with colors, scents, and sounds that wove together into a bustling symphony. Stone streets curved in graceful arcs, polished by time and footsteps, while elevated pathways crisscrossed above like woven ribbons. The air was fragrant with the scent of mana-rich herbs and roasted sweetbreads, and laughter echoed from every direction. It was a city that belonged to no one and everyone all at once, where the ancient and the arcane danced in harmony.
Feng Jiao Xue stood at the edge of a cobblestone plaza, the hem of her cloak fluttering in the breeze. Her eyes scanned the array of market stalls ahead, lined with glowing crystals, potion vials, and intricate weapons. She hadn't yet named this city in her heart, but it had a heartbeat and she wanted to explore it.
