Chapter 6: Blood and Betrayal
Compared to the more artistic and religious architecture of incendius, it was distinctly out of place; a solid blue mirror-like block in the middle of a glistening white city.
Game of Life • part 6
The very smallest parts of me, that feel the full measure of the horror before me, those parts are grateful when the helicopter turns and rises, and the dead white city with its dead dark crater fall away into meaningless grey.
The Gallant Endeavour
So i grabbed a hasty handful of soot and dusted it lightly on my shirt and sleeves and face before carrying my box out into the snowy white city.
S.R.F.M
The sun had already set an hour ago, but the streets are bright as the morning, christmas lights run all around the buildings, decorate the white city into a colorful artifact.
Chapter 7: Betrayal and Purpose
The _sun spire_ had started to ‘set’ casting a beautiful twilight on the white city. little lamplights decorated the streets, providing illumination. the world beyond the sterilized walls seems so vibrant and lively.
Erika - Shattered Glass
Karianna had fallen in love with an offlander, a stranger of the island that had become power crazed and tried to gain control of the ancient sartos stones that were inside the sanctuary of the ages on the hill overlooking the tribe's marble white city of
Chapter 1: Forged in the Fires of Competition
As much as wood would outwardly dismiss the beauty of the station, there was no denying that there was something peaceful and picturesque about the tiered white city giving way to rolling plains and dense forests.
The Seven: Part Three, Scarlet Ruse.
To think i had started my young life as an art student in volthume, dropping out mostly due to money issues, but mainly cause i found drawing the opulent white city to be boring.
Another Time: Chapter 7
They were placed well outside the city of corona within the farmlands surrounding the white city. this particular farm seemed to be one of more outlying ones and had been unattended for some time.
Horseman, Raven, and Sentinel
\>the literal angels who become like the mass production units from evangelion once they get ptsd \>every flavor of culture from the blank white cities that were spectacular under ultraviolet lenses to the crystal forests on far flung planets.
The legend of a warrior; Chapter 80 - Dark Dreams
Killer knew that, soon, he'd have to do the unthinkable and breach the walls of the white city, of the capital of heaven, if he wanted to put the word end to the civil war and to the wider conflict.