The sky was crisp and beautiful.
Twilight settled over the horizon, an orange ribbon stretching across the point where the sky met the land.
Davos was lively.
Over the past week, influential figures from across the Free City Alliance had poured into the city to attend the Centennial Gala hosted by Sapphire Tower.
Nobles, renowned Magi, distinguished Paladins, and prominent alumni had all made their way to Davos for the occasion.
The streets were packed with people. Carriages rolled through the main thoroughfares, their passengers dressed in fine silks and expensive garments.
Merchants and street vendors did brisk business, while taverns and restaurants overflowed with visitors eager to enjoy the festivities.
Laughter and excited conversations filled the air, and everywhere one looked, people seemed caught up in the excitement.
The atmosphere was festive, almost intoxicating.
After all, this was no ordinary gathering.
