Chapter 64: City of Blazing Wealth

Chapter 64: City of Blazing Wealth

Of course I know of them! Vir retorted. Who hadnt heard of the flying palaces of the gods? Most nations had founded their capitals under them, after all. For auspicious reasons.

It'd been hidden by clouds until now, but hed known there was one above Daha. Just, Vir never imagined theyd be this impressive. Hed figured thatlike Apramors fablespeople had blown them out of proportion. Nothing that spectacular could possibly exist, could it?

Vir now had his answer. Though the palace hovered highabove the city, its great shadow still shielded most of Daha from the sun at this midday hour.

The presence hed felt earlier lingered for a moment, and then it was gone. Like itd never existed.

What was that? Vir wondered. Was it just him? Or had something inside the Vimana taken notice of him? The palaces were supposed to be inert, though.

Since it was so high, Vir was hard pressed to make out too many details, other than that it was highly gilded, and that it was several stories tall. In fact, it was much taller than it was wide, with each lower level growing larger and larger.

Whats in it? Vir asked.

With his neck craned up at the sky, he missed Param shaking his head.

No one knows, the man said. All Vimana hail from the Age of Gods, and each has defense mechanisms that protect them from anything that ventures too close. Not even the Altani have successfully landed a skyship on one, and if they cant do it, what chance does Hiranya have? Those defenses spare no one. Not Acira, nor even unarmed balloons.

Vir had been so preoccupied by the intimidating palace that hed entirely missed the handful of balloons colored with various faded hues that meandered lazily above the city, far below the Vimana. Pear-shaped, and made of a kind of fabric, Vir saw occasional puffs of fire magic from a tiny wooden basket under each.

Hot air balloons, Param volunteered, realizing by now that Vir was either a hermit or a backwater bumpkin. They are used to keep watch over the city from above. A poor mans skyship.

The day was full of surprises for Vir. That now made two new things hed seen today.

Do you know what actually happens when they get too close? Like, how are they destroyed, exactly? he asked.

It has been many decades since anyone last tried. I cant recall, Param said, stroking his beard.

The man fell silent, but then Rayali spoke up. I have heard tales of a brilliant light that envelops all who venture too near. When the light fades, nothing is left. Nothing but ash.

Vir made a mental note not to let his curiosity get the better of him. Not unless he wanted to end up fried to a crisp.

He tore his eyes from the magnificent floating palace and looked at the city itself. In just a few moments, hed almost forgotten about the Vimana entirely, because in front of him was a sight nearly as miraculous.

Just a few paces away, the Warrens abruptly ended, as if Adinat himself had erected a barrier beyond which nothing should exist.

The reality wasnt too far offshacks crowded right up to the Grand Moat, a dry moat that stretched to the citys tall walls.

A moat that was so deep and wide that it dwarfed the tall stone walls, making them look deceptively tiny in comparison.

Spanning four hundred paces across, it was more akin to a valley that ringed the entire city, with Daha sitting upon an island of rock and dirt. The only access to the city was via an absurdly long wooden drawbridge that couldnt possibly support its own weight. Several large wooden pillars extended to the bottom of the moat to allow it to stand.

Guess Ill need to stay focused on conserving my prana usage, he thought, with some disappointment. Hed been lusting after Blade Projection and other powerful Talents lately.

As they crept closer to the walls, their sheer scale became clear. Built of enormous thick stone at least twenty paces in depth, countless crenelations decorated its ramparts. Vir even saw mounted soldiers patrolling the ramparts, a testament to the structures size and durability.

The entrance to Daha was unlike anything Vir had expected. Saran had a portcullis gate that guarded the city, but Daha was the capital. Though the city may have declined, its design and its walls hearkened back to a more prosperous era.

Shivers crept down Virs back as the caravan passed through double portcullis gates. Attackers would find themselves in a living nightmare, trapped inside when the gates fell, helpless against arrows rained through the dozens of murder holes from above.

As if that wasnt enough, the floor was a plate of metal. A false floor that no doubt dropped into some sort of gruesome pit far below.

They crossed through unimpeded, and ran straight into another wall, forcing them to take a sharp turn to the right. The space was so narrow that Param had to manually guide each of his two Ashva, and Vir could almost touch both walls if he spread his arms out. Those entering from the other side squeezed past, and Vir hoped no Ashva came, or theyd be stuck in a deadlock.

Looking up, Vir saw archers manning the walls that surrounded them on three sides.

This is a gauntlet of death, he realized. Invaders would be decimated by defending arrow and mejai fire, bunched up and exposed with nowhere to hide.

Twenty paces later, they made another sharp, tight turn to the left, then another immediate left. Vir exhaled when the last right turn put them through double portcullis gates that finally led into the city proper.

Hate it. Always an irritation, every challing time, Param complained. Typical of city builders. Defense firstconvenience last. When was the last time this city was besieged, anyway?

Even Neel didnt like it, growing agitated on Bumpys back.

Looking back, Vir realized the gauntlet prevented any large vehicles from passing through. Params wagons werent all that wide, and theyd barely fit. Which meant that siege weapons like battering rams likely wouldnt either. Theyd simply get stuck, and then the defenders would pick them off from above. An ingenious tactic to ensure the gates never fell.

If Vir hadnt just come from the Warrens, hed call the slums that bordered the entrance to the city squalid. But compared to the slums outside the city, these were markedly better. While dirt and dung littered the streets, the putrid smells were slightly less offensive here, the buildings sturdier.

Still, a slum was a slum. It wasnt the best first impression for visitors to the city. Either Hiranya didnt care about appearances, or they simply couldnt do anything about it.

Where are you headed? Vir asked.

Upper West Side. Tis where my shop is, and my home. I have enjoyed our time together, Neel. Should you ever need anything, please come find my shop. Params Pawn Peculiarities. Simple to remember, no?

Vir nodded with a smirk. Quite simple. Im glad to have journeyed with you as well. Its rare to find good company.

May fate allow our paths to cross again, Param said, removing his hood and bowing his head. Rayali did the same, and Vir returned the gesture.

Before I depart, could you tell me where to find the Mercenarys Brotherhood? Vir said, I have some business there.

Of course! Simply travel east to the Market plaza and look south. Enormous building. Carved with many sculptures. Very difficult to miss.

Vir thanked the couple and headed off on his own. It was time for him to register as a mercenary. It was time to do some exploring.