Zenithia

Accurate to its name, Zenithia is a realm that flaunts the pinnacle of all creation - gleaming brass spires and marble terraces bathed in the eternal radiance of The Brightlord. Though the realm is populated by the spirits of those favoured by Pride, only the best of the blessed are allowed to witness the land's glory- for the Patron of Craftsmen bid all to seek even greater heights. Intrepid explorers may find their way into Zenithia, not through conventional means, but by an arduous pilgrimage chasing the sun - no one can say for certain how long a journey one must undertake, but by remaining always under the golden rays of Pride's eye, one will eventually find their way into the realm

Divided into two strata, the lower layer can only be described as "tarnished", those stagnate find themselves in the shadow of those who climb higher: ever-present clouds obscure Pride's light, thick smog stifle those without ambition to cut into the skies.The paths leading to the upper layer are guarded by Sun Griffins - who prey upon those found lacking. Challenging would-be aspirants to games of wit and riddles, those who are unable to answer or outsmart these Sun-faced beasts find themselves devoured, body and soul, doomed to obscurity. The upper strata, too, abides by the rules of Pride - ever climbing, ever expanding. The Walking Temples are titanic constructs of brass that carry the foundations of a new layer. It is here that one may witness the myriad pinnacles of architecture, a flawless blend of different styles, forming one cohesive landscape. It is here where the undying sun bathes in gold.