Fresh snows had fallen onto Iti'a'Ropku during the chilly night, crowning the towers and buildings with white. Icicles that persisted on the highest towers away from the heat directed from below glint and shine as the sunrise creeps over the horizon. Light slowly engulfs the city, illuminating the wide streets and tall buildings. Already colonists and legionnaires on leave walk the streets. A netu works alongside several Talons harvesting fruit from one of the small groves that grow alongside the streets or tucked into small parks. A ructu ambassador sits on the banks of a canal with a demi-Think Tank floating nearby as the crustacean stubbornly tries fishing for one of the large eels or fish that swam in the heated waters.
There was a ripple then a series of flashing lights high above the city and the populace, both living and undead, turn their heads to look upwards as a large fleet begins to appear in orbit. They feel it then, the citizens and soldiers of the New Necrotic Armada, your presence moments before your arrival. When the Fury of the Wormstar appears with a flash of void torn light in the upper atmosphere the Reconstructed kneel as one, the living looking around in confusion before they themselves kneel. Even the subterranean refugee stonestars emerge from several tunnel exits to watch in awe.
The great bioship descends through the sparse clouds and you can feel them arrayed below you. A sea of living and necrotic energy existing in near harmony was such a stark dichotomy you almost don't recognize the city before you after your time away. The City of All Souls almost thrums with the potential it carried within its walls of bone and metal and you could only see it growing stronger.