Kyrian arrived at the enormous arena where the final of the alchemy competition would take place when the sun had already risen completely over the Sky Caravan, its golden light bathing the floating city in a warmth that promised a long and intense day.
The golden light of dawn had disappeared, replaced by the intense brightness of mid-morning, which poured over the rooftops, towers, and spiritual formations like a mantle of light.
The sky above the floating city was clear, a deep blue that seemed to have no end, and the sunlight reflected off the countless structures of the Caravan, making rooftops, towers, and spiritual formations shine like precious jewels.
But on that day, one structure attracted far more attention than all the others, the Alchemy Arena, whose dome gleamed beneath the sun like a giant pearl.
