Chapter 161 Under A Thousand Lanterns

• [ELARA]
• Lady Brook heard right. Qaiven’s night markets truly are beautiful. We’ve only just arrived, and I can’t help but stop and stare in awe every few steps.
• The island city hums like a living jewel at dusk. The market sprawls across the waterfront, lit by a thousand lanterns of crimson, gold, and emerald that sway over cobbled streets slick with sea mist. Perfumed smoke curls from brass braziers while music drifts from every corner—lutes, flutes, and drums weaving together in a rhythm that feels more like a heartbeat than noise.