A New Guardian For Vasperia

That night, Tenaria pulsed with a joyous rhythm. Laughter spilled from open windows, weaving through the starlit night. The air vibrated with music, a tapestry of string melodies and rhythmic drumbeats that spilled from the grand palace and echoed through the cobbled streets. Queen Kyra, her ceremonial gown shimmering with threads of moonlight silver, found a quiet corner on the palace balcony. Below, the city sprawled like a glittering tapestry, the festival lights painting it in vibrant hues of gold, red, and emerald.

A cool caress of night air brushed against her cheek, carrying with it the sweet scent of roasted meats and sugared pastries wafting from celebratory feasts below. Tears welled up in her eyes, but they were tears of joy. As she watched her people raise tankards in boisterous cheers, their faces alight with unrestrained revelry, a profound sense of accomplishment washed over her.