In the heart of the floating city, among the spells and the mysterious artifacts, you become part of the research, in which every discovery can be the last.
High above the scorched earth, among the eternal clouds and the wreckage of the world, is a city built up by ancient spells and fed by the energy of forgotten artifacts. It’s here in the range of the humble apprentice living in the we.
Anomalous objects are located in room cameras. They can be dropped down by breaking off the chains with the helping magic crystals.
In the afternoon, the soft, golden light floods the streets, sneaking through the clouds. The heat of white towers and the golden dome makes it feel comfortable before the night shines cold, clear moonlight with flashes of shining blue magic and rare bonfires.
The city lives on the account of what other people believe to be cursed: researchers and alchemists extract power from the artefacts, not reckoning with the loss.
Magic is fuel, and people are material.
The all-seeing magic eye watches everything; — Observer. It’s created by your master, able to reward… or return in prach.
Your research — is not it’s just science, a alchemy of reason and risk.
