One month later,
Kingdom of Arndell~
The capital of Arndell was alive with a vibrant pulse, its streets weaving together the sacred and the ordinary in seamless harmony.
At the grand temple steps, priests draped in flowing white and gold vestments stood beneath towering archways, murmuring ancient blessings over passing travelers.
Some paused to kneel, heads bowed in quiet reverence, while others simply outstretched their hands, accepting the whispered prayers like a promise of protection.
The scent of burning incense curled through the air, mingling with the soft hymns that rose in chorus, creating an ethereal backdrop against the bustling city.
Beyond the holy grounds, the marketplace thrived with movement, each vendor calling out in rhythmic cadence, eager to attract customers to their wares.
