Leiruat's figure hovered effortlessly above the bustling town, levitating in slow, sweeping motions as her luminous eyes flickered across the citizens below.
From her elevated position, she observed the townspeople moving with uncanny synchronicity—each person immersed in their tasks, hands repeating motions with eerie precision, as if their actions were drilled into muscle memory a thousand times over.
A group of young men, muscular and silent, carried enormous chunks of boulders across the street, delivering them to a nearby construction site where others waited with tools in hand.
There, hammers rose and fell rhythmically, chiseling stone into ornate vases or intricate architectural designs. But it wasn't the artistry that unsettled Leiruat—it was the indifference.
