Inside the city, the air was thick with the scent of spices and ancient magic. The streets were paved with polished amber, glowing softly under the perpetual sunlight. However, the beauty was marred by the presence of the Council's banners hanging from every balcony.
"They've already turned this place into a prison," Kaelen whispered, his hand never leaving the hilt of his sword. "The General's forces have occupied the main square, and the third shard is likely held within the Sun-Spire at the center."
Elara looked up at the massive tower that pierced the sky. She could feel the third crystal calling to her—a fierce, burning rhythm that vibrated in her very bones. "We don't have much time," she said, her eyes fixed on the tower. "The city's magic is waking up because of me. The General will know exactly where we are in minutes."