The night sky above Amberfall bloomed with fireworks.
Brilliant streaks of crimson, gold, and sapphire burst high overhead, cascading into showers of light that reflected off rooftops and spires.
Each explosion was met with gasps and cheers, the thunder of fireworks rolling warmly through the city streets.
Below, the city was alive with joy. Families stood shoulder to shoulder in crowded squares, children pointed skyward with wonder, and laughter rang out as colors painted the heavens.
Couples held hands, vendors paused their trade, and for a fleeting moment, every worry seemed distant, drowned by light and sound.
Founder's Day had truly arrived.
Within the royal palace, guards paused along the ramparts as they looked up in awe. Servants and maids gathered in courtyards and balconies, faces illuminated by the fireworks, their expressions filled with happiness and gratitude.
