They explored the silent, dreamy city—eating mist-cured meat and sipping fogflower wine—before heading to their next destination.
This time, it was a natural wonder: a towering skyfall waterfall at the edge of a jagged ridge. The cascade thundered endlessly, sending up clouds of mist that sparkled under the late afternoon sun.
There was no city here, only a modest settlement catering to travelers. They stayed the night in wooden lodges with panoramic views of the massive waterfall that glowed silver under the moonlight. The lull of rushing water served as their lullaby, soothing but also immense in its quiet power.
On the fourth day, they crossed into new territory—the Mirul Kingdom, a vassal state under the Green Lotus Temple's domain. Although independent in governance, it still maintained ceremonial and spiritual ties to the temple and respected its influence deeply.
