Another day rose again, and Pagadianara City stirred with a quiet hum. The ever-gleaming threads of ethereal protection shimmered in the sky, their resonance a soft, rhythmic pulse that blended into the sounds of the hovering transports and the morning bustle of the markets. Towering structures bathed in the golden light of dawn stood as silent witnesses to the city's calm resurgence after the week's unrest.
Within the Tala Territory, the tension that had gripped nobles, servants, and weaver guards earlier had loosened. The estate exhaled a rare moment of peace, though the air remained thick with unspoken worries. By evening, the Assembly would gather again to determine the family's course after recent events. Until then, life within the domain flowed as usual.