As Cruzer stepped into the heart of Eryndor, he couldn't help but be captivated by the city's breathtaking beauty.
His gaze swept upward, marveling at the crystalline skyscrapers that seemed to touch the heavens, their runes glowing faintly in rhythm with the ambient hum of mana.
The floating platforms gliding effortlessly between buildings were a testament to the fusion of magic and technology.
"This place…" Cruzer murmured, his voice trailing off as his eyes caught the shifting hues of the luminescent tiles beneath their feet.
"It's something, isn't it?" Elara said, walking beside him with a smile. "Eryndor's the pinnacle of magical and technological advancement."
Jean, her expression calm but tinged with familiarity, glanced around. "This city never ceases to amaze, even for those of us who've seen it before."
