Night in Iron Hearth was never truly dark.
The mana-electric streetlights flickered to life in unison as the sun dipped below the horizon, bathing the black asphalt in a cool, bluish-white glow. From a distance, the city looked like a carpet of stars fallen to earth—beautiful, cold, and sleepless. Factory chimneys still exhaled thin plumes of smoke, and the rhythmic pounding of foundry machines hummed in the distance like the heartbeat of a slumbering giant.
But in the Iron Hearth City Park, those sounds faded into a distant backdrop.
