A Talk Not for Mortal Ears 1

After finally ending the spectacle, we quickly made our way into the city itself, where we marveled and shuddered before the stark duality before us.

The air was rich with the blistering heat of furnaces and the deafening noise of relentless industry. Tens of thousands of carts carrying tools, metal and stone from the countless mines of Qayan sped by us in a flash, as they made their way down the labyrinthine, yet efficient streets of the bleak city that seemed to abandon all color but black and bronze, so much so that even the cerulean sky itself, now gazed down at us with a poisoned mix of brown and yellow.

Yet despite the dreadful appearance of the city, the people didn't seem affected by it what so ever, as a satisfied smile and a serious look dominated the faces of all we saw, regardless of the currents of sweat streaming down their brows.