Elian's POV
*****
"Welcome to Veilastra city." The commander's voice echoed into their sky craft after a couple of minutes of high-speed flying.
Elian and Lucian sat in the Lunarian sky craft, which followed the directions of the Arcadian air crafts from Silver Pine forest. The former's mind still reeled from the battle against the Umbra beasts.
Despite their best attempts, seven out of the ten Arcadian soldiers still lost their lives. Despite HIS attempts. And even after all that Kyren was still out there.
He subconsciously clutched the ruby necklace, glancing through the side holographic windows showing the view outside. A view that stole his breath away.
Veilastra.
Around them were lines and rows of floating crystal towers that shimmered like staffs of gods under the sunlight. These crystal towers touched the clouds. And people—witches—lived in them.
Runes were etched into the buildings on the ground level of the city.
The runes weren't just markings.
