Sparkfire Town had no town.
As the White Shark-class airship slowly descended, the hatch opened, and passengers filed out one after another, what they saw was a scene of pristine beauty reminiscent of a primal landscape.
The water was shimmering, the mountains were clear, the breeze was gentle, and warm winds caressed the land.
The fragrance of grass and trees filled the air, and occasionally one could hear a few chirps of birds—oases do have small animals, but very, very few, and the specifics depend on the oasis in question.
The initial environment of the Sparkfire Oasis was clearly quite remarkable.
The people who set foot on this land felt more spirited, and without a town, it was up to their hands to build one from scratch.
Soon, under the leadership of the heads of various teams, the laborers quickly got to work.
Everyone had their role, uniting in a common purpose.
