Chapter 72, Emerald Glaze (Final part)

The interior of the city had streets paved with smooth, iridescent stones that shimmered in the sunlight, casting a kaleidoscope of colors underfoot. These thoroughfares wound and weaved like rivers through the city, connecting districts that each had their own unique charm. Overhead, elegant wooden bridges spanned across small artificial lakes, each bridge seemingly more elaborate than the last, as if the city planners had decided that practicality should always come with a side of extravagance.

The bustling marketplaces were a feast for the senses. Stalls brimming with exotic goods from across the realm lined the streets, their canopies a patchwork of vibrant fabrics that fluttered in the gentle breeze. The air was thick with the mingling scents of spices, fresh bread, and blooming flowers, while the sounds of merchants haggling and street performers entertaining the crowds created a lively, chaotic symphony. This was the culture Jacky was referring to, the very essence of the city'