At the peak of Talronde's highest mountain, the splendid sanctuary was basking in the starlight that would last for half a year.
It seemed as if the eternal starlight poured down from the firmament, casting a faint glow on the pale golden outer walls and dome of the sanctuary. Mist, like smoke or gauze, flowed slowly at the sanctuary's feet, and below the mist, the bustling lights of Talronde under the night sky could be faintly seen—lights illuminating the dragon kingdom. Massive intercity pipelines and air traffic guiding lights crisscrossed, weaving network-like patterns between the highly developed yet ancient cities. Among them stood enormous facilities hidden in the depths of the lights, which were either gigantic factory installations or vast environmental maintenance devices.
