Trumpets boomed as they entered through the gates, and the demons going about their daily routines stopped and bowed their heads. Children cheered, calling out to Rav, and hails rang in the name of King Zārok.
Black banners hung from the gates and the walls of the enclosed kingdom, with houses of more than two stories lining the streets. Demons looked over their balconies, which were decorated with small pots of plants and flowers.
They passed through the stone streets, filled with vendors selling a variety of goods, children playing and then stopping to greet them.
Alarielle lifted her head as different smells wafted around her—the aroma of baked goods, the scent of freshly picked flowers, and the air heavy with hints of spices.
From shouting vendors to servants carrying heavy loads,
