Eshaware... is the most 'fantastical' feeling region in all of Lunerra, at least if one ignores Akael, the land of the faes.
After Cevilian, which looks like a glimpse into the future of my old world, and Holar, which looks like something out of science fiction... this is a place that feels like a magical medieval city in a fantasy universe.
The atmosphere is dense with mana, the architecture is often curvilinear, the buildings are by no means overly tall, and spells that can be seen, even felt, in literally every step.
Yes, not mana or runes.
Straight-up, spells.
The 'spells' that elves, mana's best friends, use as they are, without the need for any intermediaries.
And that is precisely why, even in the room where we had been left to rest, the expressions of the trio beside me were confused.
"This is... too strange."
It was Julian who spoke.
