Faelith stepped down from her carriage, the heels of her boots clicking softly against the polished pavement.
After seeing the Tree of Life, she had thought nothing else in Goldenveil could shock her.
But as her gaze swept across the cityscape stretching out before her, she took back those words.
It was… a bit absurd.
The streets were paved with carefully maintained basalt bricks, fitted together with such artisanal precision that not a single crack or misplaced piece could be found.
Every animal passing by wore a diaper-like contraption—black and obviously much less flashy in design than an actual diaper—where their waste was collected.
To her surprise, the moment her carriage came to a halt, a few men approached her guards, offering them one of those very items.
Apparently, it was illegal for any large animal to walk the streets of Goldenveil without one, since Ethan would not tolerate any buildup of filth on his streets.
She rolled her eyes.
