With slow, steady steps, Ethan walked through the gates of his palace.
They were gigantic—fifteen meters wide—making him look tiny by comparison.
Before him stretched a path of pure marble, roughly thirty meters across on its own.
At its center lay a rectangular pond that extended from the middle of the main avenue to just below the base of the stairs.
Across its crystal-clear blue waters, elegantly designed fountains rose every few meters, shooting jets upward in sparkling arcs that dissolved into a fine mist before pattering back down to the surface.
Taking in such grandeur, Ethan sighed.
Honestly, it was fortunate that this place had arrays which cleaned automatically and could, to a certain extent, maintain themselves.
Otherwise, he would have needed to hire at least a few thousand maids just for the central palace, not to mention many more for the numerous buildings surrounding it.
