The cold breeze drifting through the balcony carried the scent of rain and distant smoke across Vel'Ashera.
Asmodeus stood alone beneath the moonlight, fastening the dark silver clasps around his coat while the city stretched endlessly below him. He glanced back at the comfortably sleeping arachne for a moment before facing the city below.
Even at this hour, the Imperial Capital refused to sleep.
Golden mage-lamps illuminated the layered streets beneath the palace heights, their light reflecting across black stone roads moist from the evening mist.
Countless bridges connected towering districts built atop the enormous web of ancient foundations beneath Vel'Ashera, while enchanted rail-carriages glided slowly between upper sectors surrounded by crimson banners bearing the crest of Lumeria.
"It's come a long way..."
Ever since he gave Erika and Yumiko free rein over the city's design and growth, Lumeria's shape had been changing.
