Ring Tower City, High Council Hall.
When Bobo opened the door, the tip of her tail was still slightly puffed from the dizziness of the spatial teleportation.
She took a deep breath of the air filled with Order Magic Power, shook off non-existent dust from her research robe, and habitually wrinkled her small nose.
This is the High Council Hall, a place where magical technology and solemn order are fused to the extreme.
The lofty dome is supported by an energy grid with a flowing starlight gleam, with cold white light evenly spreading down.
The circular dark metal walls are etched with rune arrays representing the Night Watcher creed; the continually flickering blue patterns resemble a silent flow of data, projecting real-time summaries of key world battle reports.
