![]() Or being currently defended, which was rather more suspicious. No sign of it ever having needed to be defended. Getting closer, there were no walls around the city. The aquamarine colours reflecting off of it, even in the gloom beneath the clouds, seemed to scream Sea God. Something about it told me that it was the tower of Loj. Especially with one tower rising above all the others, into the clouds themselves. But, in a way, it seemed more impressive, those few towers beyond the human scale rising above dense apartment blocks built with people climbing stairs in mind. This was more like medieval cathedrals or mosques, scattered around the city, with space between them. ![]() It might be important to clarify that there weren’t nearly as many towers as a city skyline back on Earth. ![]() Each looked carved from various types of stone, a range of rock types that I was pretty sure couldn’t have possibly come from the same location. And yet others seemed to be some new branch of Gothic architecture that had never happened on Earth. There was something Art Nouveau to a few, while others felt like the perfection of Art Deco. Something like the old Art Deco skyscrapers in New York would have probably just barely been able to sit as one of the plainer spires. Yet these towers were not the simple boxes of a modern skyscraper. Great spires rose over it, dominating the horizon as much as Toronto’s skyline ever could. ![]() I somewhat wished I’d not showered such high praise onto Lanara, because it left me lacking in words to describe the Holy City. ![]()
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