"What promise?"
"How can one so wise be yet so dumb," exhaled along the colder corridor. There was much in way of movement, visitors and workers – a very strange unity amidst the many classes.
Minerva's world changed, Athene's and Orin differed completely(Orin being the realm in which Igna was born). Her breath was stolen after every meter square – the massiveness opened till the upper-floors; natural light flooded from the skylights – placing a gauge on the scale wouldn't do the architectural marvel justice. By more ways than one, Hidros's landmarks and skyscrapers were finest to be counted among the world – the point is given to steady growth of prosperity. Couples dressed in civilian clothes as well as uniforms were common, families and loved ones exchanged laughs. Higher one moved, costlier grew items, high valued brands – models plastered across the shop windows, Minerva observed, the eyes carefully dissected colors and shapes into an array, a mental thumbnail sketch.
