As the trio stepped through the grand double doors, they found themselves immersed in the solemn majesty of the Clan's inner sanctum—a hallowed space rarely graced by outsiders.
The Great Hall of the Wind Clan unfolded before them like a magnificent tapestry, its monumental size rivaling that of ancient temples, invoking a sense of awe and reverence.
The atmosphere was infused with a deep, tranquil green, the sacred color of wind, which enveloped every facet of the architecture, giving the hall an almost ethereal quality.
Towering columns, intricately carved with swirling patterns reminiscent of gusts and breezes, soared toward the high ceiling, creating a breathtaking sense of verticality.
Underfoot, the floors gleamed with a polished mirror-like surface, reflecting not only the trio's awestruck faces but also the delicate pulse of softly glowing emerald runes that danced along the walls, floor, and ceiling.
