Around ten in the morning, the sun was already high in the clear blue sky of the Helios Empire's capital, casting a golden-yellow light that illuminated everything with a warm and dazzling glow. The wide, orderly stone streets in the Central District were as busy as usual, filled with the pulse of big-city life. Merchants shouted loudly, hawking their goods from imported silk fabrics and fragrant southern spices to sparkling magic jewelry. The aroma of fresh bread straight from the ovens mixed with the scent of damp earth after last night's rain, along with cool breezes carrying the fragrance of roses and lavender from distant palace gardens. However, beneath the beautiful warmth of the morning, tension still lingered in Sylvia's heart like a thin mist that refused to dissipate.
