Beyond the door was a city built atop white clouds. Vast layers of clouds overlapped one another, giving the buildings above them the varied, mountainous appearance of a terraced city.
Come to think of it, Olympus seemed to imitate this style as well. The temples of Sanctuary were all built on mountains, perhaps to create the image of a city above the clouds.
But how could Olympus possibly compare to Heaven? It was not even as good as Kamar-Taj.
The terraced city was quite nice, and the clouds were very white, but it was nothing like what Gabriel had described. So far, they had only reached the ruins of dilapidated buildings. It did not look like Paradise at all.
Some people in white robes crawled along the streets. They looked incredibly weak, truly like dogs.
There was another door at the other end of the city. From time to time, people or dogs would crawl in through it, then fall into a daze and be robbed clean by the old residents who had long been waiting.
Robbed absolutely clean.
When these newcomers or new dogs entered Heaven, they originally had a piece of white cloth draped over them. They had probably gone through some automated ritual, like being issued a white robe upon ascending to Heaven.
But the old residents even stole the cloth off the dogs. What a wonderful place to enjoy eternal bliss.
So, cloth was the hard currency here?
Thinking about it, that made sense. Other than that, they had nothing left.
In the stories of the Bible, good people ascended to Heaven, where they would live alongside the truly virtuous, cared for by Angels, free from worries over food and clothing, existing forever without perishing.
But now that the Angels had all gone mad, the souls