The inside of the Cluster was as some would have at least guessed.
There was gold, gold, and more gold.
The horizon was brimming with a pale golden hue while everything from plants to landforms exhibited a sheen akin to that only fine ornaments could exude.
The view was absolutely precious, especially to those that buckled easily whenever monetary value could be attached to something they could see.
Replicus too was astounded by the sight as soon as he emerged with his subordinates as a thick bolt of Levin that exploded to then reveal their figures, and create footing for them in the air – a wide, dark and brimming storm cloud.
Allora wobbled, but the rest were fine. They were used to it. What baffled them instead was the ravine down below, which looked to have been was carved by the river of liquid diamond flowing within it, however it could have possible been processed into such.