Rasmus looked out the window, and he was blown away by the landscape and the city that was built on top of it. Marooth City, or what people in East Neva called it the Sacrosanct, a city that had never been invaded, harmed, or even scratched by any living beings. The city was built around a mountain and the higher the building, the higher their status. The mountain was no longer visible due to the buildings that were built around it. Lastly, a huge palace rested at the peak of the mountain, the palace alone was at least a third of the size of the mountain itself.
"Welcome to my homeland, Count Blackheart," Anastasha muttered, her eyes fixated on the palace. "It's small compared to kingdoms and nations, but it holds more power than any nations in this world."
"The whole world..." Rasmus' voice was barely above a whisper. "The way you said it makes it believable," his gaze lingered on the palace, wondering how long it took for them to carve the whole mountain.
