The very air shimmered with prismatic distortions, and the projection of the world twisted ever so slightly with each breath.
Above and below them, floating landmasses drifted through a sea of stars, suspended not by gravity but by the Shard Region's spatial fabric. Some islands were jagged and lifeless, crumbling into void sparkles, while others bloomed with glowing crystal trees or ancient ruins half-phased into a distorted mess, indicating the spirit tribes that once lived there.
Faint arcs of silver-blue lightning occasionally danced between nearby islands. It appeared to be some form of natural discharge of spatial friction between colliding spatial layers.
As Davis stepped onto the first levitating island after the one he initially landed on after crossing through the Shard Region, his foot made contact with an obsidian rock. He wobbled a bit before balancing himself.
