Lucen and his group continued walking until they reached an area where there were no longer mana lamps. The sky is blocked by the taller buildings in the upper sections, and the stench is as putrid as it looks.
The further they descended into the lower districts of Caelhart, the more the air changed.
Gone were the polished stones and gleaming lanterns of the upper city. The cobbled streets here were cracked and uneven, slick with grime that never quite dried. The scent of incense and perfume was replaced by the stench of smoke, sewage, and too many bodies crammed into too little space.
Even the light itself felt different, filtered, grimier, as if the sun hesitated to touch this part of the city. Tall, crooked buildings leaned over the narrow roads, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch like claws.
