There was a vast expanse of open water between the various districts of the Eternal City and its heart, where the Palace towered like a dark mass of sharp, interconnected spires. It was both beautiful and ominous, tapering to a sharp point — the highest of the spires was like a narrow spearhead thrust into the black sky, its soaring shape outlined by silver light.
It looked very much like the nexus of a celestial city that used to drift in the vacuous vastness of space.
Now that the Night Garden had escaped into the circular lake surrounding the Palace, its pursuers were falling behind. The Shadow Legion received a precious moment of respite.
Sunny, Jet, Nightwalker, and Aether spent a few moments beholding the dark majesty of the Eternal Palace in silence.
"I'll be damned."
Nightwalker exhaled slowly.
"Well… more damned, I mean."
Sunny could not help but smile.
"Have you been inside before?"
Nightwalker shook his head.
