A sacred, gentle glow poured down from the heavens as ancient divine sounds encircled the ears, barely perceptible, while a simple yet majestic temple stood atop the distant Sacred Mountain.
Before him lay an endless prairie filled with various flowers and grasses, where thumb-sized Flower Elves danced gracefully among the blooms.
Some braver Flower Elves peeked out from large blossoms, covertly observing the uninvited visitor who had entered their home.
Looking up, he saw groups of Angels flying in pairs in the nearby sky, frolicking.
There were also Angels in pure white garments sitting on clouds, plucking harps, and humming softly.
Standing amidst the flowers, Lance witnessed this scene. The image of the Dragon Cub surfaced in his mind. This place wasn't the actual Divine Kingdom but rather a projection of it.
Poetic and picturesque.
The domain he inhabited possessed all this beauty.
