The Temple of Angel, adorned with countless exquisite sculptures and reliefs on its exterior walls, resembled a dream-like crystal palace amidst the clouds. It was a top-tier structure, impossible to construct by conventional means even with all the resources of the Arsen Continent.
Turkey was right; it was worth checking out, as there might be new discoveries to be made.
The Temple of Angel, like a colossal gem, hung in the blue sky, enveloped in clouds, lending it an ethereal beauty.
Alexander gazed up at the sky, his eyes fixed on the grand entrance of the Temple of Angel. At that moment, a ladder made of light and mist slowly descended, appearing at Alexander's feet.
This ethereal ladder, woven from light and fog, shimmered with a white holy light. Alexander stepped forward and began to climb the ladder. As he ascended, the surrounding clouds grew thinner, and the full view of the Temple of Angel gradually became clear.
