Shaking her head to break the hold the statue's glare had over her, Twilight looked up and saw that she had reached the end of the boulevard. The palace seemed to fill every space in front of her. Only the mountain behind it was larger. Series of towers and spires soared toward the sky, their now weathered and crumbling walls standing proudly despite the decay. These were connected to a foundation of smaller buildings synonymous to the larger structure of the palace as a whole. Sections were joined together by stone bridges and archways, decorated in layers of scraggly vines. The entire thing looked dark, covered in what looked like a layer of grime and shadow.