Kalai
We could now see the gleaming grand crystal castle with high colonnades in a gothic design. Fancy towers were held up by flying buttresses, had grandiose pointed arches and thick walls. Its spear-like roofs were so high that they seemed to have touched the bluish lavender sky.
The weather was clear, and the occasional bluish altocumulus clouds were hanging above us. About a kilometer or so away from where we stood, the patrolling Wind Dragons were flying around the vicinity of the palace. It looked like the security was tight, but it didn’t matter.
“We’re almost there,” I whispered to myself, as if I talked to Nystru.
The guards’ number was maybe more than the guards flying over the Red Dr
