Race To The Summoner

The next morning, the sun rose over magacity I, bathing the bustling metropolis in a warm golden light. The usual symphony of daily life played out: hover vehicles whizzed through the air, people hurried along bustling sidewalks, and the scent of fresh ramen wafted from cozy restaurants. But beneath the surface of normalcy, a current of excitement crackled.

A swarm of sleek, guild-marked hover vehicles, normally reserved for high-level operations, cut a path through the morning traffic. Curious citizens craned their necks, pointing and whispering.

"Do you think they're heading for the same place?" a woman with a bright pink bob asked a gruff-looking man with a salt-and-pepper beard.

"Most likely," the man grunted, adjusting his hat. "Rumor has it, it's all for that new summoner, the one who summoned a drake."

A group of students buzzed with excitement nearby. "For real?" a boy with spiky orange hair exclaimed.