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Turai and the other participants from Yorg stepped into the bustling Imperial City, Hazorh. The grandeur of the capital was undeniable; the golden rooftops glittered under the setting sun and the sprawling city was alive with energy.
Ornate spires reached toward the sky, and the streets were packed with people going about their daily business. It was like a better version Yorg, and even Gareth found himself momentarily lost in admiration.
Their guardian, Kiran, emerged from the transportation gate behind them, a smirk on his face as he observed the group's awestruck expressions. After letting them take in the view for a moment, he coughed gently to draw their attention. "Welcome to Hazorh," he began. "I hope you've all enjoyed the view. But let's not forget, there's still business ahead."