Pastime

Quite like the bottom most floor, there was no wall at the end of the ninth floor, which allowed the turbulent view of what happened at the peak of the stout mountain, to be seen from within Replicus' abode.

The rising stone pillars that sometimes shot in the sky, the grey shaded lightning that made said pillars vanish whenever it struck, and the thick mana laced with 'spices'... All of it appealed to Replicus.

Behind the giant doors, the enormous space that led to the end was littered with fat columns of dark marble that extended from the floor to ceiling... and that was it.

Nothing else decorated this place, which was fitting, since a harsh wind blew in from the other side right that moment.

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