Weeks passed in a flurry of preparation, and soon the countdown to Nineveh's grand celebration was no longer measured in months or even weeks, but in mere fleeting days.
The city in the sky, once a distant rumour, now buzzed with life as carriages and banners from far-flung dominions and powerful houses approached its gleaming gates.
Among the first to ascend the transport platforms—massive disk-shaped channels of glowing stone that levitated guests up the sheer heights of the floating city—was House Adamos. Their entourage, clad in robes and armour bearing their sigil, was granted immediate passage, their ornate carriage drawn by obsidian-scaled destriers.
Beneath the resplendent mountain on which Nineveh rested was a bustling township. Inns, teahouses, and exotic eateries catered to travelers who wished to marvel at the city above.
