On the run (III)
The golden rays of the morning sun bathed the golden city, shimmering on the surface of the walls, glittering like a heavenly realm.
Trees and other plants in the city harmonized with the golden hue of the city, most plants adorned with orange and gold leaves, indistinguishable from the walls of the buildings and the pavements running across the large city. It was simply the city of gold.
At the south wing of the city, a few meters away from its majestic walls, was a gathering of warriors and mages, together numbering in the hundreds.
Their presence, which had a purpose, seemed to hinder the progress of a handsome youth who blended seamlessly with the environment, the wind itself unaware he stood in its path, seemingly breezing through him.