บท 13: The Gathering Storm I

The jewel of Macedonis.

Glowing brightly.

The floating city hung impossibly in the sky, its gleaming spires and floating gardens a proof of the power and ingenuity of Alexander the Great.

But today, all eyes were drawn to a single structure that dominated the city's skyline: the Colosseum of the Sky.

It was a marvel of magical engineering, a vast arena that seemed to defy the very laws of nature.

Its walls shimmered with arcane energy, patterns of light and shadow dancing across surfaces that appeared solid one moment and translucent the next.

Impossibly high towers spiraled upwards, their peaks lost in the clouds that drifted lazily around the floating city.

As dawn broke, the streets of Aethoria bustled with excitement.

Beings from every corner of Naaim poured into the city, a palette of races and cultures united by their anticipation for the spectacle to come.