The torrential rain seemed to drag down the clouds from the sky, dyeing the city as dark as ink, with an unshakable gloomy fear enveloping the heart.
Aran Imperial City was unimaginably large, a magnificent metropolis built by giants, truly the center of the world.
A journey of nearly two hours.
Liszt was not here for sightseeing; he was lost in thought throughout the carriage ride, with no time to observe the city's splendor.
He snapped back to reality, finding himself already at Dragon Stone Square.
There was a meadow exclusively for nobles, with a commercial area built under the all-encompassing framework of dragon bones, blocking all the rain.
The carriage came to a halt, waiting for Liszt to finish his business before immediately leaving the Royal City.
"You wait here for me."
