The city that had grown around the academy pulsed with life even under the cover of night, its streets illuminated by rows of softly glowing mana lamps that cast a warm golden hue over stone pathways and glass-fronted shops, while voices rose and fell in a constant hum that never truly quieted.
"Hot skewers! Fresh off the flame—mana herbs, premium cut! Come on, don't just stare, buy one!"
"Oi, that's too expensive! We're commoners, not nobles!"
"Too expensive? Then go hunt your own dinner, kid! These herbs alone cost more than your monthly allowance!"
"Papa… papa, I want that one… please! The drake one!"
"I already told you no, we're not buying toys tonight."
"But I want it! Everyone has one! Papa, please!"
"No means no."
"Waaaahh…!"
Laughter echoed.
Coins clinked.
And moving through that living chaos—
