After flying over Silver King City, they arrived on the other side of City of Wandering, in the Dawn district.
Besides the warm-toned architectural colors, the citizens of Dawn district clearly had a deeper understanding of the word "celebration."
The residents on the orderly side barely impeded the contestants of the flying contest. They were completely immersed in their own festive atmosphere, welcoming the arrivals with lively performances from the various ethnic groups.
The Dwarves' beer festival was nearing its end, and those sprawled, snoring dwarves on the ground perfectly depicted another post-war world. Overturned wooden beer cups, the liquid inside flowing on the ground like fresh blood. The high temperature of the furnace sent that intense aroma into the high altitudes, turning into the smog of alcohol. A few surviving drunken warriors "covered in wounds" swung their hammers at the apparitions in their vision, ultimately falling down unluckily.
