The Palace of the Elf Nation of Aedrider was a wonder to behold. It was the highest level of the city and was framed by the gorgeous open skies behind it and the peak of the mountain the city was built upon.
The palace itself was made of pristine, light gray stone and had dozens upon dozens of octagonal towers reaching towards the sky. However, even the tallest among them dared not surpass the peak of the mountain. Many clouds passed by the mountain below the ground level of the palace, sometimes giving it the look that it was built in the heavens.
Today was a perfectly clear day, and from the lift that Lucius and his group rode to the top level, they could see the entirety of the Aedridan capital stretching out below them and wrapping around the base of the massive mountain. Jade seemed timid, looking behind her, and kept her eyes glued to the walkways below their feet, refusing to realize how high off the ground they really were.