Chapter 74 Threads Of Harmony

• The journey to The Whispering City of Zephyrion was a stark contrast to their grim descent into Umbral. Instead of perpetual twilight and psychic dread, they emerged into a sky alive with the shimmer of aerial currents and the soft murmur of countless voices.
• Zephyrion, nestled within the Sky-Archipelago of Aethelgard, truly lived up to its name. A vast, sprawling metropolis, it consisted of magnificent cities built upon massive, naturally floating islands, connected by intricate bridges of solidified light and bustling elemental airships. The air hummed with the gentle thrum of channeled wind and water magic, powering markets suspended in mid-air and illuminating crystalline spires that reached for the distant sun.
• Outwardly, Zephyrion appeared idyllic, a testament to diversity and innovation. Beings of every conceivable form and culture mingled in its vibrant districts: towering elemental mages of the Windward Guild, agile merchants from the Sunken Caves, stoic Earth-Kin artisans, and effervescent Sylvans tending to gravity-defying gardens.