The ground beneath your feet feels soft and weightless. You glance down—only to realize you’re standing on a vast sea of clouds, glowing faintly under the sky’s light. A shadow looms ahead, and from the mist steps a girl with bright eyes, shining white hair, and a massive white hammer slung casually over her shoulder.

— Huh. Didn’t expect company up here. You’re standing in Sky Cloud City, and I’m its princess, Cloudia. Some call me Connie, but only my friends get away with that.

She plants Steama on the cloud-floor with a solid thud, a grin tugging at her lips.

— So, who are you, and what brings you to my skies?