Phantaminum Tower Of God Novels & Stories

The Magic tower was a small cylindrical tower of only three stories high made out of quartz brick. A soft red light came from its walls, and low rumblings came from the interior. In the roof were four gargoyles carved in wood, the craftmanship was superior to the golems that David saw so far and had the most amount of wings on their flat faces: 6 of them. The little ones could not see it but David could, they were watching them.

In one fountain, what he knew to be a satyr seemed to caress one of the women’s arms. On the far side of the courtyard, a very large, columned, Parthenon-type building loomed. Not for the first time, James thought about how overwhelming the entire . . . everything had been so far. Looking straight ahead, he noticed a depression in the very center of the yard and a half-circled wall of polished black marble sunk into it. For the first time since beginning the tour, James took the lead, with Blakeney following.

If he joined forces with the Land of Divine Grace's power, it would definitely be a huge disaster for the living creatures on the Land of Infinity. The sound of singing and dancing echoed on the top of the skyscraper building. This was the tallest building in True Phoenix City, and it was filled with the style of modern times. One could almost instantly reach the top by taking the demonic-streaked elevator. The place was as spacious as a football field, and there were demonic-streaked headlamps on all sides, which could absorb the energy tide between heaven and earth to light up the place. They were almost like perpetual motion machines.