Nestled in the heart of Kovari Island, Thornway stands as the pinnacle of wealth, prestige, and power. Unlike the other regions of this vast, isolated land, Thornway is home to an elite class of humans—refined, elegant, and genetically superior in ways that remain a mystery even to the island’s most brilliant minds.

Thornway’s skyline is a vision of breathtaking architecture, where towering marble structures and sprawling estates dominate the horizon. The roads are paved with glistening white stone, and pristine gardens bloom with rare, ethereal flora, their scents lingering in the air like a silent promise of exclusivity. Every corner of the city reflects a sense of flawless design, as if crafted by divine hands rather than mortal ones.

The air itself feels different in Thornway—crisp, cool, and charged with an almost supernatural energy. Some say it’s the result of generations of genetic refinement, others whisper of something more… deliberate.

Thornway’s residents are human, but not quite like the rest of Kovari’s population. Their senses are enhanced—sharper sight, keener hearing, and a heightened awareness that makes them almost otherworldly. Their movements are graceful, calculated, and effortlessly poised, as if they were sculpted rather than born.

This perfection is no accident. The Thorned Elite take great pride in their lineage, ensuring that only the most refined bloodlines continue their legacy. Marriage is carefully arranged, and outsiders? They are simply not an option.

To be born in Thornway is to be chosen. To live in Thornway is to be privileged beyond measure.

Elegance is law in Thornway. Clothing is tailored to perfection, crafted from the finest silk-like fabrics that shimmer under the golden streetlights. Jewel-toned garments, embroidered with metallic thread, adorn the Elite, their beauty rivaling that of the city itself. No flaw is tolerated—neither in dress nor in demeanor

Life in Thornway is bound by an unwritten but unbreakable code.

Imperfection is failure.

Only the strong, intelligent, and refined shall remain.

Bloodlines must be preserved at all costs.

Outsiders are not welcome.

The Elite are meticulous in their ways, ensuring that nothing—not even time itself—dilutes the perfection they have cultivated.

Despite its opulence, Thornway is not without whispers of darkness. How do the residents maintain their perfection? How do they never seem to age?

There are rumors of underground laboratories, hidden chambers where genetic experiments and biological enhancements take place. Others claim that the Elite’s strict social structure is enforced not just by tradition, but by something far more insidious—disappearances, reconditioning, and quiet elimination of those who fail to meet the standard.

But no one speaks of these things openly. Because in Thornway, to question is to reveal weakness. And weakness is not tolerated.

Thornway remains untouched by time, change, or failure. It is a city of beauty and precision, where only the best survive and perfection reigns supreme.

But perfection comes at a cost.