The Golden Dragon Palace stood upon the land where several mountains had once existed.
Those towering peaks had been transformed into a single magnificent structure that stretched for several kilometers in every direction.
It was as though an entire city had been forged into one colossal palace.
Its golden walls and towering spires rose endlessly toward the heavens, radiating an aura of majesty that left all who saw it speechless.
"I-It's... there aren't even words to describe this..." Avenya muttered in awe. "Is this city actually made of gold?"
"It's not," Grace replied, tapping one of the massive pillars engraved with intricate scale-like patterns. A metallic sound echoed through the hall. "It only looks like gold. I'm pretty sure it's made from another material. I believe it's called Scaleiron."
"Scaleiron? What's that?" Avenya asked, unfamiliar with the strange term.
