As they vanished, they reappeared before a colossal structure, its regal magnificence undeniable.
The building's alabaster walls gleamed beneath the moon's argent glow, exuding an aura of quiet supremacy.
Intricate gold filigree traced elaborate patterns across towering arched windows, each pane capturing the starlit heavens like fragmented dreams suspended in glass.
At the entrance, obsidian doors loomed, their surfaces engraved with cryptic ancient sigils, silent sentinels that stood both welcoming and forbidding.
Crowning the edifice, a resplendent dome encrusted with countless gemstones shimmered like a celestial diadem, scattering prismatic light in an ethereal dance, a testament to the grandeur and power enshrined within.
Anthony, Lucian, and Aaaninja approached the towering doors before them.
By now, Aaaninja had once again closed his eyes, his expression unreadable.
