"Lancelot is managing Albion's Tomb now, right? Take us to meet her."
Kasiparug hesitated for a moment, glanced at Altria, and then nodded in agreement.
The group followed the small white-furred creature, passing through the barrier in the dense forest, stepping onto the shimmering lake surface.
With a flash of light patterns, the world before their eyes underwent a sudden and drastic transformation.
On the horizon, a magnificent Chalk City stood proudly.
Invisible transparent wind walls surrounded it, and the falling dazzling golden star dust kept the storm and sand at bay, maintaining this perfect realm free from any speck of dust.
Under the glow, the buildings were in neat rows, exquisite and ethereal, grand and resplendent.
The undulating city walls, like a giant beast lying dormant and sharpening its claws in the wilderness, exuded an imposing aura.
On the small patches of land sheltered by the outer city, abundant and crystal-clear food was flourishing.
