As the gilded elevator doors slid open at the base of the spire, Finn expected to see a traditional carriage, perhaps pulled by high-grade magical beasts given the wealth on display so far.
But instead, waiting for them was a dedicated station platform and a sleek, enclosed pod crafted from polished mahogany and glass. It rested on a single, glowing metallic rail that stretched out into the district, disappearing between the manicured trees and towering walls of the upper city.
There were no horses or beasts of burden whatsoever, it was just a pod, sitting silently on the track.
It looks like a cable car, Finn thought, fighting the urge to raise an eyebrow. Or a monorail.
The design was quaint and relatively simple-looking, yet the glowing light radiating from the tracks beneath it suggested a complexity that rivaled high-grade combat artifacts.
