Kyrian walked calmly through the streets of the Sky Caravan, his footsteps echoing softly against the polished stone pavements.
Night had completely transformed the city, as if a sorcerer had cast an enchantment over every street, every building, every corner. The majestic structures, which during the day impressed with their size and grandeur, now glowed beneath the light of countless spiritual lanterns suspended between the rooftops, creating a spectacle of light and shadow that seemed drawn from a dream.
Small luminous crystals drifted slowly through the sky like artificial stars, spreading a gentle radiance that painted the streets in shades of gold, blue, and violet.
They moved in hypnotic patterns, some following invisible currents of Qi, while others seemed to dance with the night breeze. The effect was magical, transforming the Sky Caravan into a realm of fantasy where reality blended seamlessly with the extraordinary.
