Golden leaves drifted down, fields of golden wheat swayed in the wind, and monumental stone pillars stood atop the hills. Countless Holy Halls and cathedrals crowned the city's towering peaks.
Everything seemed to be dusted with a fine layer of gold, at once noble, graceful, and radiantly brilliant.
An incomparably magnificent megastructure. When its silhouette first appeared on the horizon, it was indistinguishable from the clouds. As one drew closer, skyscrapers hundreds of meters tall came into view.
Gray-gold Rune patterns were inscribed on the surfaces of the skyscrapers. The structure, so colossal it was suffocating, was filled with a majestic, magnificent beauty. Every inch radiated the glow of a Barrier. Anyone who approached without the Floating City's approval would be horrifically weakened.
The fleet flew past the outer citadel, guarded by over a thousand orbital cannons, and arrived at the floating bridges interwoven high above the city.
