The group reached the end of the hallway and wandered onto a balcony. The bright glow of the sun shining down told Atticus it was morning.
'I slept through the night.' He realized.
As his eyes settled under the bright lights, he was met with a grand sight. A bustling city stretched endlessly before him, blotting up the horizon. People wandered through paved roads, others through flying cars.
Through the balcony Atticus was able to see the magnitude of the building he currently was in. It was as though he stood at the top of a mountain, such was its height.
In the middle of the city, was a tall and imposing statue of a woman Atticus knew all too well.
'The Saint.'
It was a beautiful sight, but Atticus took it all in without any change in expression.
"This is the resistance," Lazio suddenly said, but coughed when he got no reaction from Atticus.
