Far from the Azure Dragon Capital, beyond the ordered plains and controlled territories of the kingdom, another city breathed under a different rhythm.
Redfall City.
It was not a place of refinement.
It was a place of transactions.
Merchants shouted across narrow streets lined with hanging lanterns that never fully went out.
The scent of roasted meat mixed with metal and dust. Cultivators passed through without stopping, mercenaries lingered longer than they should, and information changed hands faster than coin.
Nothing here stayed hidden for long.
But everything here could be bought.
At the center of it all stood a tall inn built from dark lacquered wood, its structure rising above the surrounding rooftops.
Unlike the chaos below, the upper levels carried a different kind of silence—controlled, intentional.
The rooftop hall was open on one side, separated from the outside world by a curtain of deep crimson silk.
