Gracevale shines.
That was what most people said when they first saw it.
The world floated in a ring of soft white light and was wrapped in gentle day. Tall towers rose like clean spears. Bridges ran between them like ribbons of glass.
Songs hummed from the wards that guarded the city.
Priests in pale robes walked the streets with baskets of bread.
Doves circled above gardens that never seemed to wilt.
If anyone asked the people of Gracevale what kind of place this was, they answered the same way every time.
"It is heavenly."
"A bright world."
"A World where evil does not exist."
"The Heart of Light."
This was Gracevale.
The World that almost all beings in the Universe that were part of the Supreme Faction of Light wanted to settle in.
A World where every being had equal opportunity. A World where Corruption didn't exist. A World where power wasn't misused. A World where the weak weren't suppressed.
It was a world that seemed straight out of fantasy.
But…
