The architecture here looked indescribably strange to Princess Magdal, Huang Huo, Fang Qi, and even the Chancellor's daughter—native Vonder people. One might call these buildings plain, but they often featured complex geometric curves, and their surfaces were made of metal, crystal, or glass. Most of the metal pillars and framework had been scorched as if devoured by flames, blackened and showing signs of melting. Glass and crystal lay shattered across the ground, scattered everywhere. Dust covered the roads throughout the city, forming a hazy gray world.
It was as if the Grey Sword Saint Mephisto had unfurled his domain.
Yet if one called these buildings luxurious, they were also incredibly simple. They lacked the intricate, varied layers of lines found in human religious architecture, the sharp spires, and the elaborate decorations. They had none of the Elves' open-air corridors, intricately patterned arched windows, or assorted pavilions and gardens. Nor did they have the dazzling abundance of pillars, statues, and carvings found in Dwarf architecture. These buildings were formed solely from simple geometric shapes and varied planes—concise and forceful, yet not lacking in imagination.
Everyone stared in stunned silence, as though they had entered another world. They did not even notice that their captain seemed rather at home here.
Princess Magdal was studying the ground. It, too, was paved with metal. She gently wiped it with her finger, and the metal's dull sheen brightened at once. "Mithril!" she cried, her eyes filled with stunned disbelief.
The discovery caused an uproar among the others, because this entire street—or rather, most of the city's buildings—was paved with the same metal.
A city built from mithril.
Everyone's eyes were filled with shock. Of course, a few also revealed feverish excitement. Lian and Little Female Dragon Aloz were among them.
The elder of the Half-Elf