"[Maliana Illusion-Woven Coat]. The fashionable choice. Your choice."
They crossed a long bridge connecting two hundred-meter towers, one of the countless unremarkable bridges among the forest of towers and walkways.
On either side of Tang and Shalti, lingering illusions still projected fragments of historical memories. Advertising slogans, faintly laced with electronic static, spoke of fashions unique to the Golden Country a thousand years ago.
"It looks like everyone had one of those coats back then."
Tang studied an illusory billboard hovering outside the bridge. A graceful woman kept magically changing the colors and patterns of her coat, which was made from a smooth, leatherlike fabric. She could even make the entire coat look as though it were covered in burning flames.
"Just looking at it makes me want to buy one."
Shalti followed his gaze, and the billboard's projection changed at that very moment.
It was still the same woman, but now she wore a black lace corset. It seemed to bind her curvaceous figure tightly beneath it, making her look less voluptuous.
The slogan changed accordingly:
"[Transforming Underwear]. Your measurements, your choice."
Shalti fell silent for a moment before answering, "I don't think it suits you."
Tang saw the sign change but felt no embarrassment. He simply asked, "Then who does it suit?" "Too much weight affects your mobility," Shalti answered honestly.
Tang looked her figure over and nodded.
"Yes, sometimes not being voluptuous is a kind of perfection too."
Shalti did not respond. She studied the map in her hands and pointed ahead.
"They jumped down from above, so we need to go up."
Tang looked up in the direction she pointed and saw another hundred-meter tower. A high platform jutted out from it, with what appeared to be an airship docked there. It looked much like a