The metaphorical saying, there's always a sky above a sky, was to be taken at face value in the Lost Land. Beyond the sky, the drifting rock territory resided with a sea of clouds as its foundation.
Under the heavy sea of clouds, the lands stretched far and wide, as far as the eye could see. Seemingly expanding infinitely, the sight was unlike anything before the great rebirth!
However, like a hive filled with countless holes, the land below was riddled with an innumerable amount of abysses. The number of these abysses was equally as vast as the landscape itself, simply too many to count.
The winds stirred.
Suddenly, two unrecognizable blurs shot out of the sea of clouds above.
Once appearing in the 'new' world, the two blurs came to an abrupt halt.
Two figures stood high in the skies, both of their gazes were unique to themselves. One being utterly aloof and detached, and the other burned with an overwhelming intensity!
