General Sethran's stronghold stood like a tall column that was cut out of an obsidian wall. It was purely metallic though, with seven corners, all carved so sharp that they seemed to even tear the reflection of the light.
Inside the building was an even more astonishing sight.
Unlike Duke Amene's White Stone Castle that looked admirable on the outside but lonesome on the inside, the General's was the complete opposite.
There was a flourish of servants walking around the first floor which was more of a museum than a homely space.
They were also greeted by a lot of soldiers that hung around the General and carried out tasks for him. Many of them were, of course, the excellent best of the army that even Northern himself had not seen around.
'Are they members of the Aerial Squad?'
That had to be it. Even the Masters of them were bolstering with fierce strength, which was not what one got to see around.
They ascended a couple of floors with the help of a mechanical floor.
