A few minutes later, they were in the city that rose like a gleaming jewel, its vibrant architecture a testimony to the wealth dredged from the depths of the ocean.
Buildings soared, their frames and details unmistakably crafted from green coal. The strange, shimmering material seemed to glow faintly in the sunlight, lending the entire city an otherworldly aura. Bridges arched gracefully over waterways, connecting floating districts to the grounded sections of the port.
Beneath the waves, faint outlines of submerged structures hinted at the city's dual nature, thriving both above and below the waterline.
The port encircled the city in a near-unbroken ring, bustling with activity. Ships of all sizes lined the docks, their hulls creaking as workers unloaded crates and barrels. Merchants haggled loudly, their voices carrying over the cacophony of seagulls. It was a city alive, thriving with trade and opportunism, but beneath its vibrant surface, there was a heaviness.
