POV Alesia:
Dark and smooth stone walls of black marble reached as far as one could see, supporting the tall vaulted ceilings. Lines of gold and silver decorated the walls, slightly glinting in the weak orange light of the magma moats flowing along the walls.
The tall pillars, each so wide and tall that it could be a skyscraper on its own, were arranged into two lines along the whole lengths of the corridor, their black color and golden decoration giving the feel of an imperial palace.
The glossy marble floor was so smooth that it was almost like ice, with enough space between the two walls to easily encompass whole towns.
'What is this place... it is impossibly vast. Who could have built something like this.' A single lonely figure of an elf stood there, the sheer scale of the building pressing on her mind. She felt like an ant or bug under the impossible tall ceiling.
