The first thing one saw was not the city below.
It was the one above.
Suspended in the sky like a heresy against the laws of nature, the floating capital dominated the horizon with an almost divine presence, its elongated pillars piercing the clouds while vast blocks of earth hovered around the main structure, connected by ethereal bridges and chains covered in ancient vegetation. The architecture was grandiose, made of light stone that reflected the sky's light as if sculpted not by human hands, but by pure will. Tall towers, ornate domes, and structures that looked more like temples than buildings rose in layers, each one higher than the last, as if the entire city were constantly trying to reach something beyond the firmament itself.
This was Elytherion.
The city that touched the sky.
The seat of Danthelion's absolute power.
And yet… it was not the only one.
