Asmate

The City of the Song, a megalopolis built over a megalopolis, encircled by old magic walls that go to nowhere. The blue light is what keeps Asmate alive in a world of pure dark, a web of magic extended under the streets and stone, powering the city and most of it´s inventions, the very source of light, of heat, of magic on wich the city relies. However, no power it´s without it´s price, and no magic comes to no cost. The brighter the light, the longer the shadow it casts, and entire quarters of the city have been lost to the evercrawling marauders, the diphoned echoes or the bending of the hymns.