Zenith World Auron
Auranel, Holy Empire of Eldoria
Solterra Region
March 10th
Year 2001
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Zenith Auron was an Interstellar Hegemon ruled by a council of Kings of which it's members are well known names on the Interstellar stage.
It is divided into 4 continents or regions with a plethora of Races in between.
Solterra Continent being the region with the most concentration of humans in the whole of Auron. Reason being that it hosts the Aeulum Republic, Astoria Empire and the Holy Empire of Eldoria.
The Holy Empire has the highest concentration of humans that can use Divinity. An energy similar to mana but used by God's and some Divine beings.
This unfortunately made the people of this Kingdom extremists.
Over looking the Empire's Capital from a hill was Eden dressed in a black Hoodie and jeans with sport shoes. As he pondered on his next course of action.
" Now I'm really starting to consider going to Aeulum directly ". Eden said with a sigh. Seemingly already annoyed.
[ Elyon says he remembers telling you to go to go to the Republic but you insisted on coming here first for reasons he fails to comprehend. ]
" Just sight seeing Elyon... Nothing more....For now ". He replied indifferently.
[ Elyon says he doubts that fact and knowing you some crazy shit is about to happen ].
" You think too highly of me.... Eden retorted calmly. Then he continued.
..... There are quite a few dungeons here aren't there?.... Let's do some solo runs while we're at it".
[ Elyon sighs dramatically and reminds you not to kill anyone just for looking at you wrongly ].
" No promises ". Replied Eden rolling his eyes.
He then made his way towards the gate where two guards in full templar armour where positioned. Collecting 10 silver per entry.
Eden handed them his fee and made his way into the Capital.
The Divine City of Auranel stood untouched by time, its marble towers rising like prayers carved into stone. High magic flowed through every brick.
Soft halos drifting over the streets, runes pulsing faintly beneath the cobbles. Yet the people moved with deliberate, almost reverent restraint. Other nations forged wonders of arcane technology, but Auranel clung to its ancient ways, guarding tradition as fiercely as any temple treasure.
The only glimpse of tech allowed were relics: slow, rune-etched lifts operated by priests, and whispering crystal mirrors older than kingdoms. People from afar whispered that Auranel could reshape the world if it could leave the old ways and embrace technological advancement.
But the Church silenced all innovation by saying. "The gods perfected this city," they declared. "To alter it is to assume we can improve on the divine."
So Auranel remained the least developed city in the realm, not out of weakness, but devotion. It was a place where miracles and mana floated openly in the air, but progress never touched the ground.
Eden wondered around the city hood up. Seemingly aimless as he took in sights, tried new food and observed the displays of magic and wonders by street performers . Effortlessly drawing the attention of any crowd he walked through.
[ The God Elyon advices you transform into someone less conspicuous ].
" Huh...why would I want to look like someone else ?". Eden asked tilting his head. Obviously confused.
" You're drawing too much attention for someone who ran away dumbass ".
" Oh ".
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