During the afternoon, Kyrian stopped at two more restaurants.
In one of them, he tried a volcanic seafood stew that came from underground heated lakes, strange creatures with hard shells and soft white meat, slowly cooked in a broth of spicy herbs.
In the other, he tasted sweets made with honey from fire bees. The flavor was extremely spicy and sweet at the same time, a contrast that burned the tongue while also soothing it.
The city was vibrant, full of life and contrasts. The constant heat, the red smoke in the sky that tinted everything in shades of orange, the people hardened by life near the volcanoes, everything created a unique atmosphere that Kyrian had never experienced anywhere else in the Northern Territory.
It was different from the Blood Court, with its darkness and blood. Different from the Verdant Sword Sect, with its forests and wind.
It was a city built on fire and ash, and its inhabitants reflected that in every gesture.
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