And so, amidst the sudden thunderous noise, the framework of the Ivory Tower briefly opened a crevice, allowing an overly massive package to descend from the sky.
Wrapped in hurricanes and howls, it burst forth with a booming sound akin to that of a meteorite.
Then, as if weightless, it settled among the green grass without the slightest disturbance or ripple one might have anticipated.
Rooted upon landing.
The Alchemy Matrix of the Spirit Coffin instantly expanded, flawlessly integrating into the Cycle of the Ivory Tower, becoming a part of this place without any incongruity.
Except for the still-lingering hurricane.
In the tender lamplight hanging above the iron gate, an exquisite courtyard revealed itself behind the fence. Among the ancient-looking houses, a White Horse leisurely ambled forward. After sneakily glancing left and right and confirming the old man wasn't paying attention, it lowered its head to nibble on the carefully maintained seedbed in the courtyard.
