The journey, originally planned to last ten days, stretched into fifteen as unforeseen delays hindered their progress. But at last, the capital city of Pradera revealed itself on the horizon, sprawling across the plains like a jewel set in stone. Emery and his group paused atop a gentle hill to take in the breathtaking sight.
Pradera was a marvel of architectural splendor and magical innovation. The skyline bristled with towering spires and domes that gleamed like burnished gold under the afternoon sun. Arcane runes etched into their surfaces shimmered faintly, protective enchantments keeping the structures pristine against time and weather. The intricate stonework spoke of centuries of craftsmanship, while magical enhancements gave the city an ethereal beauty.
Cobblestone streets crisscrossed the city in a labyrinthine network, alive with activity. Magical lampposts cast a soft glow even in daylight, enhancing the vibrancy of the scene below.
