Once the beautiful nightlife of Vel'Ashera faded, an almost completely different atmosphere emerged.
The loud taverns and drunken laughter slowly gave way to an almost different world.
Morning mist drifted between blackstone streets as the fragrant scents of curry, grilled meat, fresh bread, and spices from across the continent slowly filled the air.
Merchants reopened their stalls beneath glowing mana signs, while sleepy adventurers wandered through crowded food districts searching for breakfast after long nights of drinking.
The city lost its seductive aura and became a warm, welcoming hub.
Meanwhile, back inside the high-class inn, Asmodeus leaned on his elbow, quietly admiring his sleeping wife's face.
The morning light sifting through the enormous glass windows painted soft blue reflections across the sheets and her bare skin. Soft blonde hair spread messily over the pillows while faint marks decorated her neck, thighs, and chest from the rough night they shared.
