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.
This was a city of seven colors, green, black, yellow, red, blue, brown, and purple. Each color represents a particular god, and entire streets and buildings can be a particular color, yet city planners have found methods to make all these different colors work together, and walking down a street could turn into a colorful affair similar to walking through a rainbow.
Seven massive temples for the gods that were decked with gold and precious jewels sat on fields, mountains, and rivers hundreds of miles wide, each of them so tall that clouds touched their peaks signifying the central temple of worship for each god and their Anima each standing hundreds of miles tall could be found in front of the temple. The shadow they cast covered seven corners of the city.
Just the sight of the Anima of the gods caused hundreds of millions of people to fall to their knees and worship, and for a mortal, it was impossible to see the full scale of those statues, for the clouds covered their waist and they could not even see the faces of the gods that seemed to reach the firmament of the heavens.
Every once in ten thousand years these statues would move, signifying the presence of the gods here on earth.
In the periphery were beautiful estates and sky-scraping buildings holding hundreds of floors, where the members of the seven major families dwelled and were the accepted center of power and commerce for the mortals and Dominators alike.
Yet this was only a small portion of the magnificence of Aroth, for if you look at the skies over this great city then you would notice a peculiar phenomenon, as if the sky was glass that was being rapidly rotated causing it to shoot out light of various shades.
Although this sight was incredibly beautiful, it signified the fact that the city of Aroth was a zone where space had been folded and stretched countless times until reality had become warped. Only a powerful Major world like Trion could ensure that their space could still be stable after such massive modifications.
This also meant that any form of Teleportation inside or around Aroth was impossible, as the chaotic spatial zone would destroy anyone foolish enough to try, only the gods were strong enough to pass through this chaotic space.
You could walk down a small street in Aroth and discover that the street went on for a hundred miles, or a stone by the side of the road would be a mountain holding a clan of thousands. It was truly a city of endless wonders that would take multiple lifetimes just to discover a small portion of the marvels it contained.
Philosophers, poets, and historians have not managed to grasp even half of this great city in their writing and musing even for the last million years, it mysteries it seemed, were never to be fully known.
Circe was stunned at this sight as she trooped outside with millions of other people on the Sand Line that was rapidly approaching Aroth. The energy of the crowd was palpable and Circe found herself being pushed by bodies until she approached the edge of the Sand Line and examined the magnificence before her.
She had never been to the capital city and this place filled her with a sense of wonder and adventure.
The entire city of Aroth was encircled by the largest river on the Continent, stretching thousands of miles in length, its water sparkled like diamonds, and it was said that millions of years ago, this river was as small as a pool, but over time it kept growing, its name also reflected this change as it was called the Crystal Lake.
This name came from the time when this mighty river was nothing more than a lake, but its name nevertheless was not changed even now when its volume was greater than a sea.
At the bottom of the lake lay the Crystal Leviathan, massive beasts shaped like crabs that were hunted every decade by the royalty in a competition where the winner took its heart which was a source of purified Aether similar to what could be found in the depths of the universe.
This heart could easily push a Dominator to a higher level, and the competition for it every year was fierce.
There were two striking structures in Aroth whose presence still grabbed your attention despite all the wonders all around, the first was the Royal Palace, unlike any other building here it was made entirely with gold and a red and brown metal that signified the reign of the Kuranes family as the reigning Ruler of Trion. The Bramian Court which is housed within contains members from all seven Royal families swerving as ministers and advisers to the Empress.
The second notable structure was the only mountain allowed in Aroth. Any other mountains had been shrunk or placed inside the massive building dotting its skyline.
The mountain was nameless and stood as straight as a spear piercing the heavens. It was not made of any earthly material but a black crystal that seemed to draw in light and placed the surroundings around it for miles in a state of permanent darkness.
At the base of this mountain was the dungeon of the Justice Council, a location that was shrouded in mysteries and darkness, and whose affair concerned only Dominators alone, which mostly meant their primary duty was to hunt down Dominators who had broken the law. They were the most feared forces in all of Trion because no one else understood their powers or methods even the Empress.
The Justice Council was also the only body that was directly controlled by the God King Golgoth, and none of the other families could interfere with their activities.
