While Damien was still formulating his next move, far away in Dreamy Sky City, a different kind of storm was beginning to brew.
Dreamy Sky City—one of the six major strongholds of the Blue Hammer Kingdom—sprawled over the plains like a sleeping colossus. Compared to Valthorn's only City, it was a behemoth nearly twice the size, brimming with tightly-knit housing blocks and paved roads laid out in a precise grid. The streets sliced through the city in perfect right angles, a testament to the kingdom's military efficiency.
Children played in the alleyways, their laughter ringing out as vendors called out prices over baskets of fresh bread and grilled meat. Men and women mingled in the market squares, chatting, bartering, going about their daily routines.
Completely unaware of the war creeping ever closer.
Of course, not everyone was so blissfully ignorant.
