Lady Thunderwraith bid farewell and took her leave.
Davis watched her leave before he also took off, heading towards Drake's home.
Drake also enjoyed a huge estate in the sanctuary.
Hovering above the estate, Davis went speechless as he gazed at the western architectural structures that were now starting to resemble a medieval city instead of merely an estate.
The estate announced itself long before the walls came into view since it was tall and mighty.
Where other sanctuaries maintained clean demarcations between private residences and communal grounds, this one had swollen outward until the distinction collapsed. Western stonework rose in tiered bastions and vaulted halls, their pale gray surfaces. Pointed arches framed narrow windows.
What had begun as a fortified compound now sprawled into a dense urban lattice of plazas, cloisters, and processional avenues, all constructed in the same rigid, geometric idiom that belonged to no cultivation tradition Davis recognized.
