The sun had already begun its slow descent toward the horizon as Sun Luguo led Kyrian through the broad avenues of the Sky Caravan.
The sky was painted in shades of orange and crimson, a celestial masterpiece stretching over the floating city like a mantle of fire and gold.
The clouds, dyed by the colors of twilight, resembled mountains suspended in the air, their shapes slowly transforming as the light changed.
The city remained incredibly busy. The end of the day brought no rest to the Caravan. In fact, the streets seemed even more crowded than they had been that morning.
Thousands of people moved in every direction, each with their own destination.
Merchants loudly advertised their wares, their voices overlapping in a chaotic symphony of offers and bargains. Some carried enormous crates of spiritual wood, while others displayed their goods on makeshift stalls stretching along the sidewalks.
