The lavish, golden-glittering mansion sat atop a small hill in the Capital City, held aloft midair by spiraling roots in a way that flagrantly violated the laws of physics. Spreading branches unfolded into stairways leading up to an aerial pavilion, while unceasing water flowed down from this ancient tree that pierced the clouds, forming a circular lake at its base.
"See? That's a Demon's craftsmanship for you."
Lindong stood beneath the treehouse, tilting her head back to gaze up at her own sky palace. Before she left, she'd given those thirty Demon servants a rough concept of what she wanted from her new home, and they had gone all out to turn those imagined scenes into reality.
