The realm of the White City is showered in bright light, the sunlight reflects of the pure white material that is used to constrict the city itself. It is quite clear that the material has very little in common to the materials of Earth or the Realm of the lost. In fact the closest material that could be compaired to it would be bone. The White City appears to be forged from the purest of white bone. At the edge of the city the world seems to simply fall away into nothing but clouds*
Kira: Welcome to my home, this is the Temple of the Seers on the egde of the White City, becareful not to go over the edge no idea where you will end up.
Seraphim: Please be aware that you are guests here and do not see yourself fit to judge us, or use your powers unwisely, you have been warned!
Gabriel: Seraphim! please ignore her, enjoy yourselfs and please try to limit the damage and destruction we Angels do not enjoy grunt work. The Archangels will all visit you at one point I am sure, and those from the newest realm may even appear, though I have my eye on them and this mysterious new realm....
