Outside, the huge citadel-like black architecture—appearing to be carved from a single mountain into delicate, intricate designs with symbols stretching across the walls—loomed before Ytrisia, forcing her to tilt her head back in discomfort just to glimpse the endless spire touching the clouds.
"How can something like this exist here?" she muttered, clear bewilderment in her voice. The sheer presence of such architecture, unnoticed by the government or any media, unsettled her.
It stood in the middle of nowhere, in a location that should've been clearly marked on maps—yet it was hidden from all eyes.
She glanced around, first toward Cruxius, then to Lira. And then... her eyes landed on the woman standing before them—silver-haired, blood-red eyes locking with hers for a brief moment.
