Petrol-Amaril

Petrol-Amaril stands as the beating heart of Aetherdiesel refinement in Moria, a nation where industry is woven seamlessly into the rhythms of the land. Its rolling fields bloom endlessly with a cotton-like plant unique to this region, each stalk crowned with blossoms that conceal a precious nectar. This nectar, when harvested, serves as the key adhesive chemical in filtering and purifying raw Aetherdiesel, stripping it of its corrosive qualities and transforming it into the lifeblood of modern civilization. To the people of Petrol-Amaril, these fields are sacred—guarded with strict laws forbidding their damage, for the destruction of even a fraction would imperil not only their nation but all of Moria’s industries that depend upon their harvest. The landscape itself is marked by reverence, every blossom seen as both treasure and responsibility.

Because of this sacred terrain, travel across Petrol-Amaril has adapted in ingenious ways. With its fertile plains protected from the trampling of wheels and hooves, the nation relies on alternative routes: large aircraft ferry heavy goods between major processing centers, while smaller vehicles dart through the sprawling ravines and cracks that cut across the land. These natural highways, believed to be the scars of ancient earthquakes, serve as the arteries of transport—winding, sunken roads hidden between walls of stone. To outsiders, the ravines seem perilous and labyrinthine, but to the people of Petrol-Amaril, they are as familiar as city streets. In this way, the nation thrives, a place where the earth’s upheaval of ages past now guides the very pulse of progress.