The Velvet Veil of Nagareth
Night stretched like a velvet curtain over the sprawling lands north of Vel. The distance between the ancient city and the rising jewel of New Nagareth was vast, but even from afar, its glow was unmistakable. Fires of torches and lanterns flickered like constellations fallen to the ground, outlining streets that bustled despite the lateness of the hour. The city had grown rapidly since Leon's arrival, its streets a living, breathing testament to his power and vision. Each avenue was paved with polished stone; the façades of buildings reflected both moonlight and lamplight, giving the metropolis a surreal, almost magical sheen.
