Several hours later.
The sun had disappeared beyond the horizon, and Lunathiel had transformed beneath the evening sky.
The magical lamps illuminating the streets had replaced the afternoon sunlight, their gentle glow reflecting against the countless trees and elegant wooden buildings.
The city was still lively.
People walked through the streets, merchants called out to customers, and groups of elves gathered around restaurants and cafés to enjoy their evening.
Meanwhile, Noah and his friends had settled inside a cozy café near one of the main streets.
"Ahh... this coffee is pretty good."
Damien leaned back in his chair, holding his cup with both hands.
Emma nodded enthusiastically. "Right? I didn't expect elven coffee to taste this good."
"I told you elves had good taste," Arisha said casually.
Leonard took another sip before glancing around the café. "Everything here is so different from the places in the Empire."
