Unlike the other capitals I'd visited—those obsessed with flaunting their beauty through soaring towers, gleaming domes, and artful symmetry—Fangoria's capital couldn't care less about appearances. Especially compared to the Elven Kingdom, which practically screamed 'look at us!' with their ridiculous amount of sparkle and elegance, this place felt grounded. Real.
But standing here now, I had to admit... Fangoria had its own quiet charm.
The buildings, though simple in structure, had a unique warmth to them. Made mostly of pale bricks, they carried a rustic tone—weathered yet sturdy. Not too polished, but not primitive either. You could tell, even without the flashy glow of enchantments or the glimmer of crystal-tech towers, that this city was far from backward. The people here knew what they were doing. Technology thrived beneath the rougher edges, woven subtly into the cobblestone and iron fixtures of everyday life.
