We wound our way through a series of tunnels, going further and further down until eventually, we came to one of the walkways that I had seen from the banister.
The city was a lot less impressive all close up and personal.
Where Prespian City had been a place of sheer technological achievement, the city under the mountain looked like some kind of cobbled-together hodge podge of different technologies and building styles.
It was as if there had never been a solid plan when they had been building the place, it was all just sort of thrown together as best as everyone could do.
It spoke of a city that had been started off in the most desperate of times and had then just followed in that vein for the entirety of its construction, spiralling out further and further underground with a mix of anything that the occupants could get their hands on.
