Chapter 21. The Capital

Lyra stood on the tower's balcony, her gaze fixed on the bustling city below. From her vantage point, she could see the city stretch out in every direction, sprawling outwards until it faded into the horizon. The red rooftops of the houses formed a labyrinthine network of streets, which made up the Empire's capital, Myrindale.

Where in the Southwest, The Majestic Asmagon Mountains Towered Over the City, Serving as a Boundary Between Their World and The Chaotic Wild Sands Beyond.

And again, she turned her gaze down to the capital.

Lyra couldn't help but feel awestruck by the size and beauty of the city below her.

She noticed how different the houses were. Some were grand and ornate, with intricate carvings and stained-glass windows. Others were small and humble, with nothing more than a tiled roof.

The streets were diverse, ranging from narrow alleyways to wide boulevards lined with trees. Lyra could see merchants haggling over prices, chi