After cleansing Sune's temple, Aaron cast one final Life spell.
Emerald energy filled Lady Firehair's temple, and the cursed souls broke free of their restraints and flew into the distance.
For an instant, Aaron sensed the magnificent scenery of old Myth Drannor reappearing before him. His vision briefly returned to the city's former golden age.
Beneath the Mythal, groves became the frames of buildings, elegantly forming the pointed roofs of courtyards. Under fresh green branches, glass carvings bloomed like flowers across the walls. Rows of buildings stood side by side, and glowing trees lined every street and alley. As the illusion unfolded, Myth Drannor's once-glorious streets became a sight Aaron would never forget.
Magic filled every corner of the city. Elven works of art, whether sculptures, paintings, or textiles, were finer than any craftwork Aaron had seen in Suzail's Royal Palace. Residential villas nestled amid shrubs, some shaped like waves, others like pines, and still others like eternally burning flames. Rooms with glass floors hung beneath the curves of vaulted roofs.
Aaron saw a small, magically controlled waterfall that flowed merrily through every room of a mansion.
The rooms themselves were made entirely of colored glass. Sun Elf residents held glass goblets filled with fine wine and chatted leisurely inside.
A small path led from Sune's temple to a little pond surrounded by slowly rotating seats that gently rose and fell as they turned. There were also many waterbeds enclosed in rooms, with signs at the entrances reading, "Do not disturb."
The residents drank freely in Sune's temple, chatting at their leisure or dancing to music that never stopped. Every table was laden with delicious food. Fairies spun and leaped through the air, while a flying Magical Cat sat on a magic manual, shouting, "I'm the most magical kitty~" as