It had been a week since Ethan's return, and the Kingdom of Anbord had transformed into a realm of celebration. The cities pulsed with life and color, each district alive with music, banners, and a joy that hadn't been felt in decades. Airships of various shapes and sizes soared through the skies, trailing vibrant plumes of magical smoke, each displaying intricate sigils of the Emperor's crest. Their hulls shimmered with mirrored enchantments, broadcasting scenes of Ethan's first official speech across the floating cities and skyward towers.
Crowds gathered in the plazas and courtyards, dancing beneath arcane lanterns that hovered midair and shifted hue in rhythm with the festivities. Merchants sold pastries shaped like the divine weapon of Ethan, children wore masks of dragons and phoenixes, and bards sang of Ethan's legendary battles—some real, some exaggerated beyond recognition.
