I followed Elijah’s lead up to the top of the tallest building. And here we passed the night in what I would describe as an audience chamber.
On a clear day I suppose the view would go on forever. At least far enough to trace our recent path through the mountains and then down to this megapolis. But today nothing but haze meets our gaze, rendered more opaque by the brilliance of the sun’s rays from somewhere up above.
Our time of meditation was interrupted by the floating image of Stan which was bigger than both of us. He gloated about his successful effort to remove us from our role as the protective covering over the army of the East.
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