Chapter 39: Hall of Concord
Astaris was unlike any place I had ever seen. The skyship descended from the sea of clouds at dawn, slicing through streams of golden light that bathed the continent’s beating heart — a city that seemed to breathe magic with every pulse of its existence. Floating spires and crystalline bridges laced the skyline, while waterfalls of pure mana cascaded down from hovering platforms, catching the morning sun in shards of rainbow hues.
“Welcome to the capital,” Headmistress Aragona announced as the vessel docked on a levitating platform studded with runes. “The City of Astaris — where kingdoms meet, where the world listens.”
I pressed my palms to the railing and stared in awe. There was a strange familiarity in the air, a faint thrum beneath my skin, as though the
