The sun had long dipped beneath the horizon by the time Amber and Lilith reached the city. From their vantage point on the cliffside path, they saw it sprawled below—a constellation of warm, golden lights nestled between the dark embrace of the ocean and the craggy cliffs behind it. The city was old, its stone architecture kissed by salt and centuries, yet it pulsed with vibrant life. Lanterns bobbed along narrow, winding streets. Music drifted from taverns and plazas. The scent of grilled fish and spiced wine mingled with the briny sea breeze.
Lilith grinned.
"A city like this never sleeps. Perfect for creatures like us, don't you think?"
Amber smiled faintly, her eyes scanning the view below. She had just forged her first weapon, awakened a power buried deep within her blood. Her body still hummed with magic and muscle memory, but the night called to something deeper—a hunger for experience, for freedom, for pleasure.
"Let's go," she said.
