Even before the sun had fully risen, Veins Peak was already alive with motion and energy. The skies buzzed with immortal practitioners soaring between floating platforms, while docks echoed with the clamor of goods being loaded and unloaded.
Dozens of ships—merchant vessels, adventurer craft, and even some infamous pirate ships—lined the massive port, giving the island an air of both chaos and importance.
Beastmen with fur-covered arms hoisted crates alongside fishmen carrying barrels with their slippery hands.
Birdfolk fluttered down from the skies with scrolls and supplies, and even a few elves moved gracefully between the crowds, their elegance stark against the noisy bustle.
