In The Royal City Of Blood I
I walked through the royal city, where a distinct shade of crimson seemed to hang in the air, casting a warm, almost surreal glow over everything. The people moved with a sense of purpose, yet their faces were adorned with genuine smiles. Despite the weapons many carried—swords at their sides, bows slung across their backs—they greeted each other with kindness, their camaraderie palpable even in this harsh world.
The architecture was a marvel to behold, intricate and unique. Towers and spires reached toward the sky, their surfaces adorned with patterns that resembled flowing blood, giving the city an otherworldly beauty. The walls and streets were etched with designs that told stories of battles and bravery, yet the overall effect was one of elegance rather than violence.