It was a hot late summer day within the sacred city, and tranquility reigned supreme. Days flowed in serene calmness, where each inhabitant devoted themselves to what they loved most without restrictions. Whether in pursuit of spiritual enlightenment, studying the arts, or other passions, there was no pressure or demands. Freedom was the foundation upon which they built their lives.
Within this paradise, the citizens, newcomers from Montide and the Divinestone clan, woke up each dawn as if immersed in a dream. Yet, everyone was aware that this paradise was ephemeral, that the guide who protected them would not be there forever. He currently was like a god among mortals, and they were being temporarily blessed.
But the words of the sacred being, spoken at some moment Bruno wouldn't remember at all, echoed like a mantra: all paths lead to the top. Every Dao, no matter how small, could lead them to a full and eternal life.
