A flight of stairs ran up the bowl-shaped mountain, stretching a width of twenty metres. Half the width was the flight of stairs while the other half, positioned towards the end, was a flat slope meant for heavy goods to be hauled over.
A large port had been installed at the bottom of the stairs. There were a total of two ports, situated on opposite ends of the Prata City.
Standing on the water surface right before a port was Runthral, his expression hesitant. However, a couple seconds later, he gathered enough courage and set foot on the port.
Slowly, he climbed the flight of stairs, all while eyeing the wall of the bowl in a trance, 'I'm sure of it now.'
'It is Subtle Terrain Domination that created this place. However the level of skill displayed here easily dwarfs the 1st Empyrean Snapper.' He was in shock, 'I heard the Cooter Clan branch at the Dralh Sea had some of our strongest Deities.'
