"The Industrial City," Kurt began, his voice carrying over the low hum of distant engines and churning gears. "It's not just one island — it's an alliance. A group of islands that were fused together more than two centuries ago. Two hundred and seventy years, to be exact. Back then, the islands filled with factories were drifting apart, competing for resources and land. But after the Great Collapse, they were all brought together and merged around what remained of the fallen World Tree."
Tyla tilted her head slightly. The cold wind brushed past her face, carrying the faint scent of smoke and oil from the industrial heart of the city. In the distance, massive chimneys spewed faint blue steam into the sky, while flying carriages zipped between iron towers and cranes that reached into the clouds.
"Fallen World Tree?" she asked curiously.
