Roriana
Rori's head broke through the thick bubble of the wall granting her the ability to suck in refreshing air into her lungs. Her torso, arms and legs came out afterwards until she was completely out of the warping wall.
As she stepped out, a white fog passed through her face. Which she had to blow away.
Rori's jaw dropped as her eyes reflected the flashing lights of yellow in the night sky.
Her hands fell at her sides as she sucked in air.
Where was she?
She had expected the Inner Palace to be filled with a few castles here and there, not an entire city.
Hundreds, if not more, assemblies of castles and towers painted the dark skies. The castles were so large, it felt like it belonged to giants. And the towers were high enough to hurt Roriana's neck while looking up.
Wait.
Roriana blinked as she realized that every building around her was covered with a fog of cloud.
Including the structure she was standing on.
A sudden awareness compelled her to look downward. Immediately she regretted it.
She was standing on what seemed like a glass bridge. A. Glass. Bridge.
Rori's heart rate spiked, clenching her chest. She could see everything below her feet.
She could feel her head getting lighter as her legs became wobbly.
It didn't take Rori long to deduce that the wall was merely a portal that lead to this strange world in the sky. Tears formed in her eyes as she felt the need to curse Zanister for letting her enter this sky nightmare alone.
She looked around to see girls confidently strutting their way on the glass-clear bridge as if they were not walking on thin air. The distance was so scary that she doubted even a high Qira would survive a fall this high.
It was even scarier to imagine the kind of magic that could lift such mega structures and keep them floating high up consistently. Levitation abilities existed commonly among High Qiras, but even that had its limits.
As a low-Qira, Roriana couldn't even lift a feather using magic. Magic was basically useless to her.
Roriana squatted with her knees closed, unable to find the courage to keep walking foreward. They were too high up.
Some watchguards noticed the crouching woman in the middle of the bridge.
A shadow suddenly casted over her squatting body.
"Mark?" A deep voice questioned. "Where is your mark?"