We left the imposing gates of the Dragon Kingdom behind us, the guards' suspicious but ultimately yielding gazes a fading memory. I gunned the engine of my bike, the magical hum a stark, futuristic sound against the ancient, primal landscape of Pyronis. We drove through the city's main thoroughfare, and my eyes, which had seen the cold, sterile cities of Earth and the gothic, magical spires of the Nowa Empire, were stunned. So was Yumi.