Highfell Grimoires – Excerpt

Hanging midair, the gravity-defying vessels called aetheria still filled me with awe. Powered by the invisible current of aether, the great floating ships’ upper decks supported educational institutions and the wealthiest peerage show homes.

Although I had no iolite lens with which to see it, I knew that the unprocessed aether gusted and rolled around us, scentless and intangible. The current running along the River Wyrd was among the most powerful in Higher Eidoland.

Like navy vessels on fleet...