The Royal Capital of Lufthansa.
A city so grand that it seemed to stretch endlessly beneath the heavens stood as the crown jewel of the empire.
The city itself was alive from dawn until long past dusk, its air filled with the crisp clang of blacksmiths, the laughter of children running through alleyways, and the hum of merchants shouting over one another in a dozen languages.
At the the middle of it all was the Royal Palace.
A colossal structure that dwarfed every other building in the capital.
Its walls gleamed pale gold under the sunlight, its banners rippling proudly in the wind. Dozens of massive towers rose high into the sky, crossing the cloudline as if trying to touch the heavens themselves.
Sculpted gargoyles, massive statues, and ancient runic carvings adorned the walls, marking it as both a place of rule and an impenetrable fortress.
