Once the vehicle got closer and closer to the estate and surrounding area of Brightspire's central district, the road started to look like a pilgrimage.
The streets widened into grand boulevards lined with ancient oaks whose trunks had been wrapped in spiraling copper filigree going hum and hum with light. The buildings on either side rose taller and taller, their gothic spires reaching toward the heavens like stone fingers grasping at divinity.
Gargoyles perched on every cornice, but these were not merely decorative, their eyes were surveillance systems, and their mouths were used to communicate through tubes connected to other gargoyles.
Soon, the Hall itself came into view.
Like a cathedral made for gods, the building rose from the exact center of Brightspire. Its central spire pierced the clouds, a needle of obsidian and gold that seemed to hold the sky in place.
