The city itself was built in the Victorian style, all Gothic architecture and ornate stonework. Buildings rose three and four stories high, their facades decorated with elaborate carvings and stained glass windows. Church spires pierced the sky at regular intervals, their bells ringing out across the valley. The streets were cobblestone, winding through the city in patterns that spoke of centuries of organic growth.
But moving through those ancient streets were vehicles that would have been impossible just a few years ago.
Cars powered by crystallized mana hummed past horse-drawn carriages. Streetlamps fueled by energy cores cast steady light even in daylight. People walked the sidewalks in clothing that was distinctly Victorian in cut and style—high collars, long coats, elaborate dresses with bustles and corsets—but made from materials that shimmered with subtle enchantments.
The clash of eras was jarring, yet somehow it worked.
