Seated in the smoothly moving magic-guided vehicle, Matilda looked out the window.
The wide and even road extended forward along her line of sight, a broad avenue that could accommodate eight or nine large carriages side by side, clearly designed to cope with the pressures of modern transportation. The well-organized and aesthetically pleasing architectural complexes lined the sides of the road, showcasing a new style different from both Typhon and Old Anzu—retaining the classic elegance of the Northern Kingdoms while exhibiting a certain pleasing neatness and orderly form.
Between these buildings and roads, one could see neatly arranged street lamps, magical projections at intersections or open spaces, stops designed for magic-guided vehicles, and crowds wearing bright, thick winter clothing, who thronged the streets in this season where winter had yet to recede.
