The first light of dawn had just skimmed over the horizon, bathing Blackpool in golden nodes that danced over the horizon like mini stars of fireflies, bringing this magnificent city to life. I cruised the blistering streets of cobblestone that seemed already packed with beings of various types. From what I had heard and seen, I figured that Blackpool had a population of seven million. Having existed for over a few thousand years, it only made sense that Blackpool must have expanded greatly throughout the years to be such a massive trading hub.
Being so close to the Serpents Strout, one of the largest oceans in Arcadia that connects to the Dead Sea, Blackpool held a rich scent of Seabreeze that fluttered about, merging with the various smells that made my stomach burn with hunger. Ogling the street foods that lay just a few meters away, I clenched my wounded stomach, crying out for a meal.
