A Conspiracy - 9

The city of Scroratint Central loomed on the horizon, its skyline a mesmerizing blend of architecture and impossible, gravity-defying structures that could only exist through arcane means. As the beasts-drawn carriage descended through the storm-laden clouds, the sprawling metropolis came into sharper focus, its streets illuminated by enchanted gas lamps that burned with an otherworldly blue flame.

At the heart of the city stood the imposing headquarters of the Ministry of Magic, a colossal edifice that seemed to shimmer and shift as if it were not quite anchored to reality. Its spires reached towards the turbulent heavens, while its foundation appeared to delve deep into the earth, hinting at levels of bureaucracy and secrecy that few ever glimpsed.