The trio was immediately enveloped by a cacophony of sights, sounds, and smells that threatened to overwhelm their senses.
The streets of Grace City were a marvel to behold. Cobblestones paved with shimmering, iridescent material stretched out before them, each step upon them sending tiny ripples of magical energy coursing through the ground.
Buildings of impossible architecture reached towards the sky, their spires and towers defying gravity as they twisted and turned in patterns that seemed to change every time you looked at them.
Gladius inhaled deeply, savoring the unique scent of the city.
The air was rich with magical essence, creating an invigorating aroma that made him feel more alive with each breath. It was a heady mixture of ozone from recent spellcasting, the sweet scent of alchemical concoctions, and an underlying current of pure, raw magical energy that seemed to permeate every particle of air.
