The car glided smoothly through the bustling streets of Etheria Haven, the vibrant cityscape alive with magical energy. The towering buildings, crafted with a fusion of modern design and arcane architecture, shimmered faintly under the warm evening light. Everywhere, people moved with purpose, their mana-infused lives evident in the subtle glow of their tools, trinkets, and even their clothing.
Irina's gaze remained fixed on the passing scenery, her expression composed but thoughtful. She had lived here her entire life—long enough to know that even with their disguises, staying here too long was a risk she couldn't afford. Etheria Haven isn't just another city in the Valerian Federation, she thought, her fingers brushing lightly against her coat. It's a city of magicians—people with abilities sharp enough to see through even the best illusions.
