The Hall of Nine Realms
The cold sky reflected over a sea of amber.
It trapped light and created a dim glow, spreading across the peak of Dragonstone and around the large Hall of Nine Realms. This valley of amber was in turn surrounded by a crescent rise.
Above those heights, there were nine obsidian towers. Each one of them was said to seal and suppress a thousand spirits and beasts.
The Hall of Nine Realms was a sight to behold.
Surrounded by mystical wildflowers, and serene soothing winds, the hall was constructed with forty-nine pillars. All of them were carved intricately, and above them, there was a large hollow dome of glass.
Aesther subconsciously paused, her heart sinking a little.
She had never seen the serene ethereal place because of how brutally it was destroyed in her past life.
Thinking back, the valley in her memories now appeared to be nothing more than a haunting shadow.
A barren ruin.