Continuing to walk towards the center of the city, he arrived before the Isdalia Grand Altar.
The ground rose high, forming a cliff, lifting the entire altar into the sky, much like the fabled Sky Garden.
Naven noticed this building from a great distance, which made him think he was hallucinating—to witness such a sight seemed impossible in reality.
But as he truly beheld the altar, he understood—it was the work of a spell. Surely, a mightily powerful caster had made the earth rise and the ground elevate.
"A miracle of a building, special weapons, legendary level casters… These are not possessions of a mere fledgling nation."
"Could it be they possess the entire heritage of an ancient empire?"
Or perhaps… behind them stands a deity as powerful as His Majesty Amanata?"
"The Ashen Empire… How many secrets do they conceal? Their ambitions surely extend beyond Anzeta."
Naven looked up at the towering cliff, deeply anxious about Cassandra's future.
