Peering over the northern front of the Great Wall, which stood like great mountains overlooking the world, shielded by inscriptions etched into the stone. A nest of armed gunmen stationed over towers alongside rows of large metal turrets poised for combat stood erect beside the young prince. He stared into the distance at a large floating mass of land. An Island blistering with water endlessly cascading over its edge through the winds and onto his face some hundred miles away. Grass bright as emerald shone a vibrant ecosystem of life, with the rustling of trees and vines intertwining with each other. Winged beasts loomed, spreading their wings and taking to the skies in droves.
"How is such a thing flying?" Ren asked, blocking the sun with her hands to get a better view. She ignored the hundreds of flying cursers docking at its port filled with diplomats and offworlders from neighboring planets apart of the Republic, and some who weren't.
