In everyone's eyes, the enormous shadow suddenly shrouding the palace had a deep, ancient surface, exuding an aura of antiquity.
The more they stared at it, the more their minds sank into it, vaguely seeing a holy paradise and hearing its gospel echoing in their ears.
Some lower-level mages couldn't help but kneel on the ground, bowing and worshipping with fervent expressions, becoming the most devout believers of the shadow.
Stronger mages, after breaking free from the influence of the majestic, sacred shadow, tried to lift their heads to see its full form.
But no matter how high they raised their gaze, their chins nearly parallel to the towering shadow, they could only see the shape of it piercing the clouds, unable to grasp its entirety.
Instead, the oppressive, domineering aura became even more deeply ingrained in their hearts, intensifying their urge to kneel.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!