"This is crazy…," Zora muttered, her wide eyes scanning the surreal surroundings.
Her voice cracked slightly, a reflection of the awe etched across her face. The city of Kharaldur sprawled endlessly, a labyrinthine marvel of towering machinery and intricate stonework, its sheer scale and complexity unlike anything she'd ever encountered. Life bustled seamlessly here, its rhythms merging with the clatter of gears and the hiss of steam.
"It's as if the city is alive," she whispered, her gaze flitting from one astonishing sight to another.
I couldn't argue. Everywhere I turned, Kharaldur defied logic and expectation—a true testament to dwarven ingenuity. The city's sheer scope made my head spin, and I knew we'd only begun to scratch the surface.
