Adara nodded, but she understood absolutely nothing. She simply chalked it up to being the ideology of idiots and left it at that.
"What's that?" Asked Melody. She pointed ahead of them where there was a bright white light on the horizon.
"Oh, we're almost there," Said Obo.
"Almost where?" Adara asked.
"Pascel."
Soon, the source of the light ever-present on the horizon came into view. Unexpectedly, the light source was the building. Specifically, a series of temples, halls, and palaces connected like a wall stretching for hundreds of miles in either direction. Each building was made of this smooth white reflective stone.
"What are those buildings made of?" Xasha asked with shining eyes.
