The morning air of Caelestoria carried a crisp chill, threaded with the distant hum of steam engines and the rhythmic clanking of metal upon metal. Thin wisps of smoke curled from towering chimneys, dispersing into the sky as sunlight peeked through the layered cityscape.
After yesterday's unforgettable event, Velren had gone straight back to the inn, exhaustion weighing heavily on his body. The moment he reached his room, he collapsed onto the bed, barely remembering to remove his coat before sleep overtook him. Now, as morning stretched over the city, he found himself back on the road, seated beside Nico in their carriage.
They had one last stop before returning to Elyndra.
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