The car descended from the glowing sky bridge, and Freya’s breath caught as Corvia came into view. The city sprawled before her, its charm unlike anything she’d ever seen. The buildings were modest in height, their walls made of smooth, light-colored stone that seemed to glow faintly in the sunlight. Each house was well-built, sturdy, and yet there was a timeless elegance in their design. They blended seamlessly with the lush greenery that surrounded them, as if the city had grown out of the land itself.
The roads were beautifully paved, their dark stone surfaces gleaming as the car moved smoothly along them. Shops and restaurants lined the streets, their carved wooden signs swinging gently in the breeze. The village-like atmosphere was cozy and welcoming, but it was clear Corvia was far
