Mikihara led the group through what seemed to be a relatively small castle. The walls were built from white stone, and the floor was a polished white marble as well. It struck Ryūko as odd that there was nobody else around. Maybe if they were in a computer, some kind of subroutine or whatever cleaned things up? She glanced at her companions, feeling just a little bit outnumbered in her subconscious "battle-of-the-sexes" wariness.
Soon Norn had led them to a balcony looking out over the town of Nyttliv. For all it was worth the place looked like a village you'd see in a fantasy film: simple, sturdy huts with thatched roofs, with one or two being made from bricks and mortar. Again, Ryūko couldn't see anyone or anything, except for what appeared to be a large dog loping down the street.
Past the huts and other buildings was a wall, made from tree trunks, giving the area a very pioneer-esque look. Then there was a single road, a thick forest, and--
Ryūko's jaw dropped as she looked up into the sky. The sky itself was normal... except for the giant mountains floating in the air, tethered to the ground below by roots and vines ranging from the width of a man to as thick as a city bus. Norn seemed satisfied ast tBhuttoe girl's reaction. "Is this sufficient evidence of my claims?"