The skies split open like a river of stars as the flying treasure palace descended through the final portal. Its golden pillars gleamed against the dawn, casting light across the boundless clouds. Kent stood at the forefront, his wives and companions gathered behind him. Below, emerald peaks rose like titans from the mist, their crowns sharp and proud.
Fatty Ben leaned out over the railing, his belly nearly tipping him forward. His voice cracked with excitement. "At last! Heavenly Wizard Academy! The very name makes my hair stand." He clapped his head, then grinned sheepishly. "If I had hair."
The others laughed softly. Even Kent allowed the corner of his mouth to rise a fraction.
