Even from this distance a few hundred miles away from the metropolis, it was still possible to see Aroth, the capital city. It was called one city but it should be referred to as seven cities built together, intertwining in a confluence of architectural harmony that would leave anyone in awe.
Like a living entity, it had grown over the millennia to become the sprawling confluence of cultures from all around the planet. The finest wine and tasty dishes, the most beautiful of women, and all the great warriors of the world could be found here.
Paired with the mundane were signs of great power, for this was the city of the gods. Signs of power could be seen everywhere, flying houses, living flames, the walking dead. Beauty and horror walking side by side.
