The Sky Caravan had already fully awakened.
The sky above still carried the soft hues of dawn, a pale blue blending with the golden light of the rising sun, creating a gradient of colors stretching across the entire horizon. The clouds, thin and elongated, resembled brushstrokes from a divine painter.
But the streets were already teeming with life.
Merchants shouted their offers, their voices overlapping in a cacophony of prices and promises.
"Fresh spiritual fruits! Straight from the southern forests!"
"Weapons forged by masters from the eastern region! Guaranteed quality!"
"Recovery pills! Last units available!"
Cultivators walked hurriedly, some carrying weapons, others carrying scrolls, others simply carrying the weight of their own ambitions.
Carts creaked under the weight of merchandise, wooden axles groaned with every jolt, and the beasts of burden panted beneath the heat.
