The city spread across the plane and rose into the sky, with tall stone towers standing beside smooth metal buildings. Floating islands held entire districts above the streets below.
Wide platforms linked the towers, while streams of flying ships moved along marked routes between them. Some vessels had open decks and tall sails, but others looked like machines built entirely from dark metal.
A thin opening appeared above one of the outer platforms.
Grey watched a silver ship emerge from it and join the nearby traffic. The space behind it closed before another vessel arrived through a separate opening farther away.
"Is that the Higher Realm's version of a Reality Ship?"
He had expected grand sects and powerful ancient-looking evolvers, but this city looked far more developed than he had imagined. Even its traffic seemed to have been arranged around regular spatial travel.
Then again, why would anyone here abandon technology?
