The heavily warded interior of the opulent, golden flying carriage was an inescapable crucible of suffocating, humid debauchery. While the massive, four-winged Golden Rocs pulled the transport steadily through the clouds above the northern territories of the Celestial Dragon Empire, the Sound-Severing Void Ward completely isolated the cabin from the outside world. To the elite imperial guards flying in formation just beyond the crystal windows, their revered royal charges were engaged in deep, silent meditation to prepare for the coming war.
The reality was a masterpiece of absolute, dripping degradation.
