Julius halted cold in his track, his eyes wide in disbelief. Could the sight unfolding before his eyes be true, was it a figment of his imagination, or a lucid dream painting his expectations in surreal strokes?
He shook his head, his heart pounding and breath hastening. No. His imagination wasn't good enough to create massive ships groaning on flying rivers, their immaculate sails flapping in the sky like shifting clouds.
They entered the city, the cold river splashing like rain on the surrounding fields and providing fresh water to the population, while sailors discharged imported merchandise on broad docks.
Though impressive, he could accept the clever flying river, but how in the realm did they build a city inside a crater? Stationary towers hovered above, some converting sun rays into energy, others using it to deploy a see-through mana barrier at least four times denser than the college's.
