Not much is known about Edarea Avinaris. And, among the eight realms that compose the Hidden Citadel, Ledatic Siliportem is often called the smallest. That statement has misled more people than almost anything else in recorded Hidden Citadel history. Because "small" only applies if one is foolish enough to judge it from the outside.
Ledatic Siliportem is a mechanical city realm forged from will, engineering and rules so absolute that even Deities think twice before testing them. Where other realms exist as separate dimensions inside the Hidden Citadel, Ledatic Siliportem exists as a weaponized civilization. From afar, the realm resembles an impossibly colossal city mounted upon layered tank treads. Its movement evokes a bulldozer pushing through reality itself, Yet this is merely the shell.
Inside Ledatic Siliportem, the laws of space are altered completely. Streets stretch farther than the city's external dimensions could ever justify. Industrial districts span distances that should require days of travel, while the outer wall could be circled in hours. Entire neighborhoods exist in layers of internal space, stacked, overlapped, and structured through engineered spatial distortion. Conservative estimates place the interior at over one hundred times larger than the realm's outward appearance, but even that number is mostly ceremonial because Ledatic Siliportem actively refuses accurate measurement.
The city is powered by Soul Energy as a governing principle. Every movement of its wheels, every shift between land and air, every recalibration of its internal spatial layers is conducted through refined Soul circuits that bind the realm together like a living organism. When Ledatic Siliportem transitions from land traversal to aerial flotation, there is no dramatic ignition. The city rises as if it has always belonged to the sky.
On land, it moves like a siege engine without equal. In the air, it becomes a floating fortress. And yet, for all its mobility, there is one rule that never bends.
No one leaves the realm.
Once inside Ledatic Siliportem, exit is impossible. Gates do not open outward. Spatial conduits collapse the moment they attempt to breach the realm's perimeter. Even conceptual travel fails, as if the idea of "leaving" is rejected at a fundamental level. Only one person can issue authority once this is done.
This is not a flaw.
The rule was enacted by the Reniatsus of Ledatic Siliportem, Edarea Avinaris, whose authority over the realm is absolute. Edarea did not inherit the city to be a crossroads or sanctuary. She designed it to be a self-sustaining military ecosystem where loyalty is permanent, secrets never escape, and every citizen understands that their world moves forward together or not at all.
To live in Ledatic Siliportem is to accept permanence. Those inside are protected beyond reason, fed by the city's endless infrastructure, shielded by walls that regenerate faster than they can be damaged. In exchange, they belong to the realm entirely.
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The religious ceremony began long before Edarea Avinaris ever appeared.
Banners of deep cerulean and polished crimson unfurled from terraces and spires, catching artificial wind currents generated by the city's internal climate arrays. Unlike most civilizations of similar technological paradox, the administrative capital of Ledatic Siliportem was never dull. Its people wore bright, meticulously crafted garments. Their homes were painted in vivid colors that reflected both devotion and pride. This was a medieval civilization refined to near-perfection. There was no filth in the streets, no cracked stone, no rusted iron or even bad sewage systems and bad smells.
At the heart of the city stood the Temple of Avinaris.
It was not tall for intimidation's sake. Its interior hallways were long. Soft light—neither flame nor electricity—washed over the chamber, casting halos around kneeling figures. The temple was full. Priests and priestesses lined the hall in perfect symmetry with their robes in colors of white, blue and deep violet.
When the black mist emerged, the chanting stopped instantly. It seeped into the hall from nowhere and everywhere at once, rolling across the floor like ink poured into reality. No one moved. They knew what this meant.
From the mist, Edarea Avinaris stepped forward.
Her form was tall and composed. The black mist clung to her, following behind her steps as she walked barefoot along the grand hallway. Each step was silent yet every soul present felt it echo inside their chest. Her presence alone was overwhelming. As a Divine Being, her beauty was not something to be admired.
The priests and priestesses kept their eyes firmly lowered. They had been taught this from the moment they could understand words. Mortals do not gaze upon Divine Beings because mortal vessels cannot endure it. To look upon a Divine Being directly was to invite the soul to unravel under something too vast to comprehend.
Still, devotion sometimes overreached wisdom. One priest felt his resolve crack. His heart pounded as the presence passed closer. He told himself it would be a brief glance just enough to know she was real.
The moment his eyes lifted, his body froze.
His soul screamed silently as it began to fracture under the weight of Divinity pressing against it. He could not move. He could not speak. However, he understood immediately what this meant. He had broken a fundamental law and he was going to die.
Edarea Avinaris stopped walking and turned.
The entire hall seemed to shrink as her attention focused on the frozen priest. Slowly, she approached him. She knelt before him, lowering herself onto one knee. That act sent ripples of shock through the gathered clergy. The Reniatsus did not kneel lightly.
Her hand rose. She placed her fingers over his eyes and softly closed them.
"Mortals cannot gaze upon Divine Beings. It would be wise to remember that, young one."
The priest's body collapsed forward, trembling violently as he knelt with his forehead pressed to the floor. Tears streamed freely from relief that he still lived. His soul, though scarred, had been spared.
Edarea Avinaris rose. She continued walking down the long hallway with the black mist following behind her once more. The priests and priestesses resumed their silent prayers with renewed devotion.