Karyon Sol.
The city was alive.
Golden light spilled between towering spires, casting warm halos on the marble streets below. The air shimmered faintly with mana—just enough to tingle in the skin. Sky-rails zipped above their heads with humming carriages, gliding like silent birds over the skyline. Floating crystals pulsed from the tops of ornate lampposts, illuminating the roads in soft blues and purples.
Adam and Joshua stood at the edge of it all, just having stepped out of the Ostarius gate—a tear in reality snapping shut behind them with a gentle pop.
Joshua blinked at the sudden change.
From a war dimension where time meant nothing…
To this.
The smell of roasted meats and spiced vegetables filled the air. The sound of a bard plucking a glowing string-instrument echoed from a nearby plaza. The streets were bustling, but calm—crowds moving in soft flows like synchronized tides.
And the people?
Every kind.
