'As extravagant as ever.'
Azrail mused as his group walked forth, his eyes meeting all the beautiful places around, the well-kept gardens even within this loading bay, to the majestic palace, its walls reaching towards the sky, the spirals shining forth with all the gems placed on it, the walls themselves being made of very expensive materials.
Thus with one hand romantically intertwined with Valencia while the other one taken in by Xuanyin, she possessively holding onto his arm, thus all Azrail could do for now was go with the flow, his group soon reaching one of the palace doors, its height towering over everyone and for the moment the front lead being the head maid, Meng Yao.