Under the gaze of thousands, a group of ten people arrived at the mountain summit.
The palace at the summit, somewhat resembling an ancient temple, was very rustic. It stood dozens of meters tall, imbued with a grandiose and magnificent aura. The palace was not adorned with garish paints, but only the pure white of polished stone and the silvery-white metallic films embedded in the stones. Under the sunshine, it glistened gloriously.
The temple had no doors, only surrounded by columns of stone. Through the gaps between the columns, it was clearly visible that the temple was actually empty inside.
This meant the temple was not their destination.
Where were they headed then? Everyone looked towards the path, only to notice that this path led to a circular platform, which was directly in front of the temple.
