The land they walked through shimmered with unnatural vibrance.
Where Imeria was carved from stone and blood, Muderan was a world of light and hue.
Its skies were painted in shimmering golds and pale lavenders, broken only by streaks of green auroras that twisted in impossible ways. Trees with transparent leaves hummed with life, their trunks blackened and shot through with glowing lines of blue. Mountains in the distance floated gently above the horizon, dripping trails of glowing minerals into the seas below.
Kai had never seen anything like it. Even Vepice seemed overwhelmed, pausing to gawk at a cluster of flying manta-like creatures spiraling through the air like ribbons caught in the wind.
Orlin strode ahead, cloak billowing. "This world is called Muderan," he said.
Kai's brows rose. "Muderan?"
"You might call it the home of the Forebearers."
Kai's voice was already breathless, "Forebearers? Here?"
Orlin nodded once.
