As they neared the towering wall of Lunar, Cristian raised his head, eyes tracing the shadows of countless airships gliding overhead.
Some were laden with cargo, others carried passengers, while a select few flaunted opulence, belonging to the city's affluent elite.
"Did you manage to uncover the name of this city during our hunts?" Nebula, riding at his right side, adjusted her white hood to shield her face. Her beauty had entangled her in more than a dozen skirmishes during their three months' journey.
Though she resolved each on her own, Nebula preferred not to draw too much attention, at least until they crossed the lawful boundaries of the capital.
"I believe it's called Lunar, named in the era of Dracula," Cristian replied.
"Mn. Lunar, the city of blood."
"Looks like reading's finally paying off," Cristian retorted, earning a snort from Nebula.
