The upper sanctum of the White Tower did not touch the ground.
It did not even fully touch the Tower itself.
Suspended within a vast hollow chamber near the summit, it floated in open air, held aloft by layered gravity formations so complex that only a handful of Archmages understood their design. The chamber was circular and without visible walls. Instead, it was enclosed by rotating mana arrays that moved in slow, perfect rhythm. Each array shimmered with inscriptions so intricate that they appeared alive, shifting and adjusting with silent precision.
Eight thousand luminous circles orbited within the space like constellations around a private sun.
They did not collide. They did not waver. Each circle glowed with a controlled intensity, some pale blue, others silver, others white edged in gold. Together they formed a vast celestial system that revolved around a single figure seated at the center.
