The griffin soared through the afternoon sky, its massive wings cutting through clouds with practiced ease. Adam sat behind Viktor, his white hair whipping in the wind as he observed the landscape beneath them transform from sparse wilderness to the sprawling metropolis of Estya, the royal capital.
Unlike anything Adam had ever seen, Estya was a marvel of engineering and magic, with towering spires that seemed to pierce the heavens themselves. A massive wall encircled the outer districts, while the inner sanctum—home to the nobility and the royal palace—was protected by a shimmering magical barrier.
~Impressive for human construction,~ Lucifer commented, his tiny form hovering near Adam's shoulder, visible only to him. ~Though still primitive compared to the celestial architecture of old.~
