As the sunlight dimmed and darkness settled in the enchanting scenery of the desert, the beautiful city of Alkemia Al-Nur shimmered with light.
Despite the late hour, the city's streets bustled with activity. Shops and businesses of a different kind were open, proposing their services to an older part of the population.
In one of those shops, a masked blonde man was seated at a table in the corner of a luxurious room. The room exuded opulence, with richly woven tapestries adorning the walls, casting vibrant patterns of light and shadow as flickering candles illuminated the space. The scent of exotic spices lingered in the air as the man took elegant and measured sips from a glass of fine wine while listening to the relaxing music played by a magical device.
After a short moment, an old man sat opposite him. Despite his wrinkly face and white hair, his lips curled into a smile. His blue eyes were as sharp as blades, and his aura was overbearing.
