The air felt somber.
The atmosphere felt constricting!
Yet in the midst of it all, Alexander rose across the skies of Ephesus.
His figure, adorned in a golden robe and with crimson gold wings of lightning flowing from his back looked extremely ethereal as he crossed the many layers of the skies, the Sacred Gold Mountain below him that spanned over 1,000 miles slowly becoming smaller and smaller!
And yet, he could still feel the 'atmosphere' of Ephesus itself that felt like a stifling, ever-present air that contained everything.
As he rose up, he looked at the layers and layers of clouds he was passing, his gaze even going towards the base of the inverted Obsidian mountain that floated in the skies in a manner that made no sense whatsoever.
What could possibly be holding an inverted mountain in the skies?
