Ethan's POV
The stark contrast left me momentarily disoriented. Neon lights flashed and pulsed rhythmically reminiscent of the lively party places from my previous life, illuminating a bustling street that seemed entirely out of place in the otherwise Gothic city.
The air was charged with energy filled with a chaotic yet strangely harmonious blend of modernity and Gothic elegance.
It was a sight unlike any I had encountered before. Tall, ornate buildings were adorned with glowing neon signs advertising everything from taverns to fighting arenas. The flashing lights reflected off cobblestone streets while lively music and the chatter of countless people filled the air.
The atmosphere was festive and intoxicating. Virelle had paused beside me allowing me a moment to take in the vibrant scene before us. Her expression betrayed a hint of amusement as though she had anticipated my reaction.
