The bells rang again, louder this time, echoing through the carriages as spectral reins snapped taut and the pace quickened. The rhythmic rumble of wheels against uneven obsidian stone began to ease as the terrain changed, leveling into smoother ground.
There was a subtle shift in the mana pressure around the carriages, a sign that they were nearing a large mana nexus. In layman's terms, they were closing in on a city.
Through the window, faint blue light began to glow on the horizon, scattering across the violet haze that coated the land. The shadows outside slowly peeled back, revealing the breathtaking sprawl of Asthotar City, the Demon Port City!
The first thing that struck all the non-Demon students as they looked out the carriage windows was the light.
While various other cities, like the Shadow Isles, were shrouded in endless twilight of storms and shadow, Asthotar shimmered with a unique brilliance, as hundreds of crystalline lanterns floated across the harbor.
