Kyrie Froze.
Desirae stood beside him, watching his reaction with a faint smile.
"Welcome to Teknologia," she said. Gesturing for him to place his bag on a device at the side.
"The city the Republic doesn't want you to know exists."
Kyrie's eyes suddenly escaped the awe-inspiring view, looking at her.
"What do you mean doesn't want us to know?"
Desirae gestured toward the city with both hands open
"As you can see this city acknowledges psions. It does it openly and everything you see. The mecha-bots, the airships, most of the technology are powered and controlled by psionics."
She paused, her expression shifting.
"The rest of the Republic? They pretend we're myths.Something grandmothers whisper about but no one really believes or would dare openly expose"
Her purple eyes glanced at him.
"Here? We're the foundation. The backbone. The reason it exists."
Kyrie processed that slowly.
"So this place is..."
"A secret," Desirae finished his words.
"Atleast for most people."
