"This city never changes," Yun muttered beside Azril, who too nodded his head at his mother's words, the chariot floating above the beautiful city. While everyone looked down at it, the city nestled between the valleys of a mountain boasting several things looked beautiful, and Azril's eyes flashed with a hint of nostalgia as he looked down at Ailin City.
For a moment, the past memory of the half-destroyed city flashed in his mind, the cries of agony and death filling his ears, but those thoughts went as fast as they came with Valencia suddenly tightening the hold on his arms, breaking him out of his thoughts as he gazed at his beautiful fiancée, even with the veil hiding her beauty, a smile gracing her face.
