The morning sun cast long shadows through the towering gates of Lexicanum Wiseguard, its golden rays illuminating the most magnificent sight any of them had ever witnessed. The capital's walls rose thirty feet into the sky, constructed from pale stone that seemed to glow with its own inner light. Guard towers punctuated the massive fortifications at regular intervals, their banners snapping in the crisp morning breeze.
But it was the city beyond that truly stole their breath.
Yomi's enhanced senses took in everything at once: the overwhelming cacophony of voices speaking in dozens of dialects, the mingled scents of exotic spices and forge smoke, the vibrant colors of merchant stalls and noble carriages. The population density was staggering, more people moved through these gates in a single hour than lived in entire villages they had passed.
