Chapter 22: Welcome to Elyndra
After an hour or two of walking through the Sylmare Forest, the trees gradually thinned, revealing a vast clearing ahead. Velren's steps slowed as his gaze lifted—and promptly widened in awe.
Towering before them was the massive gate of the Kingdom of Elyndra. Crafted from blackened iron and intricately engraved with swirling patterns, it stood imposingly high, flanked by stone walls that stretched out of sight. Gleaming sigils pulsed faintly along its surface, casting an ethereal glow that contrasted with the aged stone. Guards in polished uniforms stood at attention, with their halberds that were gleaming under the midday sun.
'Wow...'
Velren found himself rooted to the spot. This... was definitely more than he expected. He had imagined something large, sure—but this? The sheer scale and detail were something else entirely.
"Oi," Gramps's voice broke his trance.
Velren blinked, glancing over to see the old man already a few steps ahead with his arms crossed.
"You comin' or not?"
"R-right," Velren muttered, shaking himself out of it before quickening his pace to catch up.
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As they passed through the gates, Velren felt like he'd crossed into another world. Elyndra stretched out before him in a tapestry of stone and steam, its skyline was a blend of towering spires and chimneys puffing gentle wisps of smoke. Streets paved with smooth cobblestone branched out in neat grids, bustling with people clad in layered coats, waistcoats, and top hats. Gas lamps lined the roads, their ornate iron fixtures casting soft glows even in the daylight. Carriages drawn by sleek, horned beasts clattered along the avenues, weaving between street vendors hawking roasted chestnuts, polished trinkets, and colorful fabrics that fluttered in the breeze.
Velren's gaze darted upward, catching sight of a magical airship floating lazily above the rooftops—its silver hull was gleaming against the bright sky, and its propellers were humming in a rhythmic pulse. Buildings lined with ivy and adorned with wrought-iron balconies boasted large glass windows, reflecting the vibrant hues of painted signs advertising apothecaries, bookshops, and quaint cafes. The mingled scents of fresh bread, coal smoke, and blooming flowers wafted through the air.