Sacred Palace.
Located at the top of the mountain surrounded by thick layers of cloud, vines, and dense forest, the white palace was as elegant and majestic as ever. A small path, the width of three people walking side-by-side, extended from the entrance to the foot of the mountain, several kilometers away. On the path were members of religious orders and believers, slowly heading toward the top with their hands on their chest, saying their prayers softly. This would be an ordinary day for the Country of Law, if the invited guests weren't involved.
The tall, heavy doors opened gradually, allowing the dazzling sunlight to spill through its opening, reflecting off the perfectly unstained floors to completely illuminate the sacred hall.