The sun was already beginning its slow descent when Elder Delvin crested the ridge overlooking the Magical City. From the skies, he could see how much had changed in such a short span of time. Once, the Osborn clan's estate had been modest, its walls plain and defenses thin, its presence in the city quiet and easily overlooked. But now.
There was no denying the changes.
Rising higher and more solid than the old ones, the new walls featured surfaces marked with defensive inscriptions that glinted gently in the dwindling light.
Watchtowers dotted the perimeter, each manned by sharp-eyed guards. Beyond the walls, expansions were visible—new courtyards, fresh training fields, and even a modest outer district where merchants and artisans had begun to settle.
Delvin's eyes narrowed slightly. The Osborns… are no longer shrinking into the shadows. Someone has given them the courage to grow.
