Alastor emerged from the bluish-pale portal and was immediately greeted by the image of a beautiful, ethereal palace shining bright like pillars of luminescent crystals.
Like the heart that it was, it shone brightly, surrounded by the equally beautiful lights of the city.
Beaming and beating with life, his ears were also greeted by the sounds of city life.
The rich bustling of young civilians in their early teens traveling in groups, laughing and chatting; the sound of people going in and out of hundreds of portals connected to every corner of the capital; the shouts of shopless vendors offering soaps, perfumes, keychains, and mini novellas.
The sound of street musicians stringing their instruments, the sound of their solo singer beautifully ringing out about the beautiful chaos of life.
