The streets of Valthora were a buzz of energy. Banners bearing the sigil of the Zafyre Empire—a knight in golden armor against a crimson backdrop—fluttered in the morning breeze, while the scent of roasted meats and exotic spices wafted through the air. Merchants hawked their wares, musicians performed lively tunes, and the clamor of voices filled the central plaza.
At the heart of the festival, the plaza stood with enormous squares surrounded by massive pillars made from marble, engraved with all kinds of beasts and fighting. A massive stage stood at its center, decorated with garlands of all kinds of flowers and flanked by golden braziers that crackled with fire of red and orange hues.
