Above Silver Sail Port, seven Crystal Giant Towers rose like seven heavenly pillars, holding up the sky over the port.
The runes on the body of the tallest Crystal Giant Tower flowed like a river of stars, its aura ancient and vast.
Ian hovered in midair, looking down at the giant tower below him. The gentle mental invitation he had just received had come from the top of this very tower.
"Eternal Fierce Sun, please enter the tower."
Two giant silver doors, each a hundred meters tall, slid silently apart.
Gaga, perched on Ian's shoulder, grew tense and asked telepathically, "Ian, are we going in?"
"Of course." With a single step, Ian's figure vanished from where he stood.
Behind the doors was a staircase leading straight up. The walls on either side of the stairs were not made of stone, but of solidified spatial ripples.
Light twisted and refracted against the walls, casting countless overlapping and intersecting illusions.
