Chapter - 93
The Golden Lion Festival had arrived, and Ironhelm stood resplendent in its transformed glory. The entire city seemed alive, cloaked in the vibrant hues of red, gold, and royal blue, with banners unfurling from rooftops, windows, and towers like waves of celebratory fire. Every street and square was adorned with festive garlands, flowers of every conceivable color woven into intricate patterns and draped across statues, bridges, and balconies. The scent of blossoms mingled with the intoxicating aroma of roasted meats, spiced wines, and the sugary allure of festival confections.
