The sun beat down on them as Damon pulled Lilith's hand toward the monorail station. Lysithara was far ahead of its time, overflowing with conveniences and strange magical innovations, and Damon had once lived through this very era while watching through Mugu's eyes.
Crystal rails stretched overhead while silver carriages glided soundlessly through the city like floating serpents of glass and steel. Massive towers shimmered in the distance, their surfaces reflecting sunlight in dazzling patterns. Magical screens flickered with announcements while streams of people moved through the streets in orderly crowds.
And yet wherever Damon and Lilith walked there was only disgust waiting for them.
People moved aside the moment they noticed them. Some covered their noses. Others whispered insults beneath their breath. A mother even pulled her child closer as though Damon carried a plague.
