Consciousness slowly returned.
What came into view was a dome forged of black iron.
Judging by the style, this should be a royal palace?
What a pity, this must be the most rudimentary palace I've ever seen.
Shiayar slowly opened his eyes.
He was no longer the student who was so poor he barely had a few Rhine gold coins in his pocket, who lived in the St. Roland Academy dorms to save on rent.
The Prince Consort of the Queen of the Empire, the beloved of the White Tower Master.
He had personally experienced many grand and majestic buildings.
The only impression the scene before him imparted was its simplicity.
There was no bright illumination through a magictech array.
The entire Black Iron Palace seemed incredibly dim, gloomy, and oppressive.
Only the faint glow of candles at the corners and some ores on the walls emitting a slight luminescence served as the sole sources of light in this somber palace.
Of course, the simplicity of the environment was secondary...
