As the sun began to dip beneath the horizon, the Palace of Sunset was enveloped in a soft hue emanating from the moon. The grand structure, with its towering spires and intricate carvings, appeared nearly ethereal in beauty. The air was filled with a sense of excitement and anticipation as elegantly dressed men and women made their way through the imposing entrance, each one radiating a sense of confidence and poise.
The moonlight seemed to enhance the beauty of their attire, casting a shimmering glow on the fabrics and dazzling jewels adorning their bodies as the sound of laughter and conversation echoed through the courtyard, adding to the enchanting ambiance.
'It's hard to believe Altair did all this,' Amilia Thorne whispered, her arms entwined with Fat Mike's, leading her up the pristine stairs and into the palace. They followed the line of noblemen and foreigners.
