Eldric guided the flying chariot smoothly through the moonlit sky, the gleaming rooftops of the city sprawling below them in quiet elegance.
The chariot soared gracefully over the imposing city walls, manned by vigilant soldiers who quickly spotted the insignia of House Helstorm engraved prominently upon its sides.
Their stances immediately relaxed, their tense vigilance giving way to respectful salutes and quiet nods, acknowledging Eldric's unquestioned authority within Thunderpeak.
The city beneath appeared serene from their elevated viewpoint. Soft glows of magical lamps illuminated the streets, casting gentle pools of golden light amid shadows.
The rhythmic sounds of city life—a quiet bustle lit by distant laughter and soft conversations—drifted upward, creating a comforting background hum to their silent passage.
Magi leaned cautiously over the chariot's edge, eyes wide in amazement. The young man's heart raced, both exhilarated and anxious by this rare experience.
