The base of the Red Dragon clan lay suspended in space.
It was a floating citadel the size of a city.
Crimson red was the main color of the entire city, demonstrating uniformity as the buildings looked the same.
The city hosted several crimson towers which had Dragons sketched on them in gold.
Alas, while built in the form of a tower, Ezra approximated each one to be of the same height as Black Sky, but only about three-quarters of the width
Weapons were lined across the edge of the floating city, with glowing orbs on top of them signaling their active state.
Beyond that, thanks to slight fluctuations, Ezra could make out a transparent barrier that encompassed the city like a dome.
Taking in such sights as he approached, Ezra nodded.
'It's better than I expected'
He had subconsciously looked down on the sect because of their talent in recent years, imagining that their clan base would be a sore sight.
