Colossali mura di una città fantasy che svettano sopra viaggiatori lontani

when the mega-city finally came into view after a turn off the main road and past a small wood known as Aclavel Cyprian froze. Never had he beheld such a place. Its circumference exceeded fifty kilometers; its ramparts rose nearly twenty meters high, exuding dominance and crushing power that induced soul gripping vertigo heightened by the hundreds of people, tents, and wagons appearing minuscule against its bulk. As the two men drew closer, Cyprian gazed mouth agape at the double gates of Dolente ten meters tall, shimmering with a milky, bluish metallic sheen highlighting esoteric swirls and arabesques framing two carved giants. Incrusted sculptures on the doors:On the left door: a refined man, arm outstretched, observing a sphere hovering above his palm. On the right door: a young woman of divine bearing in a half open toga, head tilted, arms raised in a gesture of comfort. Each sculpture stood six meters tall, ar 9:16