Velkova Republic was massive.
Not in the "you'll get lost without a map" way—though that too—but more in the "every city feels like its own weird planet" kind of way. At the very center of it all stood Novagrad, the capital. It was a sprawling metropolis of steel, marble, and neon, where towering skyscrapers met ancient stone courtyards and air trams buzzed just above your head like lazy wasps.
And right in the middle of Novagrad—literally at its beating heart—stood Velcrest Academy.
It was heart of Velkova Republic country.
But if Novagrad was the heart, then far out west—some 300 or 400 kilometers, give or take—was Dreswyn.
Dreswyn was different.
Where Novagrad thrived on tradition and prestige, Dreswyn was a city with its head in the clouds and its hands full of blueprints. It was the hub of innovation and scientific research, the place where techies, alchemists, engineers, and probably one or two secret mad scientists gathered to do whatever it was they did all day.
