The wide plaza was buzzing with everyday life, but at the announcement, the atmosphere shifted instantly.
A gentle wave of magic spread over the area. Little glowing lights appeared, floating like fireflies.
Soft music began to play, peaceful and strange, as if it came from nowhere. This wasn't a planned show. In Castella, it was tradition, magic performances that happened without warning.
People appeared from nowhere. Some jumped from rooftops, others seemed to fly through the air, or walk out of illusions.
The plaza turned into a stage.
Everyone stopped to watch. Shopkeepers leaned over their stalls. Children stared with wide eyes.
"This is amazing," Lyraen whispered.
Airi stayed quiet, watching the crowd with a sharp eye.
Above, magical images appeared in the air. They showed a peaceful world, bright fields, shining rivers, and huge blue skies.
Then it all broke.
