The sight before their eyes left the three Orcs utterly stupified.
Norclin City stood like a polished jewel on the edge of the continent. Tall, silver-white towers climbed cleanly into the sky, glowing softly with stored energy. Floating roads curved between them in smooth, impossible arcs, carrying quiet, rail-less vehicles that glided on threads of light.
Robots moved through the streets with the same fluid ease as people. Some walked on two legs, carrying crates or guiding visitors through the busy districts. Others hovered above the crowds, scanning for broken panels or dim lights that needed fixing. They didn't look threatening—they were calm, tireless workers that kept the city alive.
At the center of Norclin City rose the Core Spire, a massive structure that linked every district with faint blue energy lines. It powered the city's shields, the floating roads, the lights… even the robots themselves.
