The Yuan-ti had once been Zola's favored children. Their vampiric mode of development was somewhat like the Zerg in StarCraft, and their exploitation of planets was terrifying.
But precisely because of that, they developed at an extraordinary pace, pursuing both technology and magic at once. In just a few centuries, they left their caves and entered space.
It was only later that the world's consciousness turned against them. Never having imagined that the Goddess would abandon them, they immediately plunged into the abyss.
Most Yuan-ti cities had already been buried beneath the earth, while the remnants of their many Sky Cities from those days had now been placed in the Sky Dimension.
Perhaps Zola had kept them as mementos, perhaps to reward humanity someday in the future. The reason was unknown, but they were here.
Within this extinguished dimension, millions of Floating Cities still existed, though they would never again await their masters' return.
The Great Disaster caused by Zola was equivalent to a cosmic Soft Reboot, accompanied by massive conceptual overwriting. In the blink of an eye, ninety-nine percent of the Yuan-ti were wiped out. The Yuan-ti who survived later tried to counterattack the "new surface," Eternia, only for King Grayskull to kill another ninety-nine percent of them, leaving them with no future at all.
When the Yuan-ti Empire was at its peak, every spellcaster had their own Floating City. But now? Only shamans remained among Yuan-ti spellcasters, living in pitch-black caves and being ordered about by their new master, Skeletor.
"Everything here—the wind, these cities—is resonating with me." She-Ra released the helm and drew the sword from her back in disbelief, watching it grow ever brighter. "This realm of the sky stirs my soul. Is Zola guiding me?"
"Regrettably, from what I can tell, probably not."
Su Ming