"Am I a struggler that needs to be tamed, a dog?" Wilmore breathed out between his gritted teeth. He turned and flashed inside the building. The huge palace of Bolingtone, the glamorous and well-being stones carved lavishly by the best architectures existed in Velator. The body of birds and dragons, flowers, and bushes were all sculpted out of the pillars and the walls.
Fantastic rugs made in Parsa had come all the way here to lay on the middle of the halls and corridors to inject life to this soulless house of Velator. The carves of soldiers fighting demons, the gods overthrowing the demons to hell was saying the ancient tales of Velator. Griffins were fighting imps and the Aluxes were their riders, those little creatures were the tamers of those giant winged beasts, but the prince could describe all of it with closed eyes.
