The capital of Poland, home to the economic clan, pulsed with a refined opulence, where every corner exuded the aura of affluence and arcane mastery.
Mana-powered vehicles glided effortlessly along the cobblestone boulevards, their crystalline exteriors catching the amber glow of the setting sun, casting prismatic reflections onto the polished marble facades of towering edifices.
Skyscrapers of enchanted glass and rune-inscribed stone reached skyward, their spires piercing the heavens like spears of prosperity.
Intricate glyphs shimmered along their surfaces, channeling ambient mana to sustain the city's ever-present luminescence.
The air was thick with the scent of blooming manaberry blossoms, their sweet aroma mingling with the subtle hint of ozone from nearby spell forges.
Amidst the throng of elegantly dressed citizens, a man in his mid-thirties navigated the bustling avenues with practiced ease.
