The moment that card was casually tossed out, a soul from hell quietly descended into the fragments.
Over the wilderness strewn with beacons and towers, layers of streaming light converged, forging a brand-new body.
Pale hair fluttered in the wind.
The slightly thin man stood barefoot upon the earth. His features were handsome, untouched by the hardships of time, with brows and eyes like those of a youth. Other than the black robe on his body, he wore no superfluous adornments.
Yet under his guidance, endless radiance surged between the sixteen beacons from the Golden Dawn and the six towers forged by calamities.
Interweaving, it formed an ancient, weathered city.
Thus, after the Eternal Group and the Eye of Abyssal Darkness, the Golden Dawn finally deployed its own stronghold. Once all the lengthy preparations had been thoroughly refined, they formed a projection from the Land of Nothingness.
—A place set apart from the world!
Though it stood in hell, where calamities roiled, the immense city remained like a lotus emerging unstained from the mud. Yet whenever the aura within it leaked out in wisps from the city gates, even calamities from the abyss would begin to keep their distance, unwilling to approach.
The solemn halls resembled a sanctuary, yet they were merely another den of demons created from the essence of the abyss.
Under Alastair's control, the entire city seemed to come alive, gaining life and a soul.
As though the two had always been one.
At that moment, when Alastair raised his hand, a vast peal of bells erupted from the towering spire at the heart of the city.
Pale waves spread beneath the city, expanding until they outlined a vast, square shape. Wherever they passed, all things seemed to lose their color, eternally solidifying into Plaster Cast-like sculptures.