Lili felt odd. Her brand was gone and replaced yet she never felt better. Her crimson robes were stored away in a ring for the moment as she wore her massive broadsword on her back and the black armor with steel chainmail now was her attire.
Just 6 months ago, she was a prisoner wasting away of her own choosing, now a massive mountain floated over the horizon as she rode a simple wagon in the long line to enter Celestia.
The jewel of Orwellia on the surface was also the entrance to it. Aside from Celestia, all the other major structures and cities were above the clouds.
Legend had it that the founder of Orwellia moved the floating land masses to create their version of utopia in the skies while lording over the commoners below.
She rarely left Requera but the few times she came to the nearest neighbor to the south had always been disturbing.
