Naph witnessed a wondrous sight; the bloody stench vanishing like it did not exist.
A sight of tens of islands. Greenery describing the lusciousness of the olden trees, of entities that had stood before any he knew were born or ones even they knew were.
Hill outcroppings peeked from the canopy with little villas and huts. Some modern buildings, he believed, were there too. Modern at least to his understanding.
The islands zipped past, he and the six of his guardians were now over another stretch of restless water.
Caestres of ocean swam under them. Some jumped up trying to bite them to death only missing the group by hundreds of kilometres even Anaphol didn't know were between them. There were some caestres that were not afraid of changing their hunting grounds in the ocean to chase after them.
'Huh, that's unlike the caestre I have hunted on land.' He remembered of the ones who would not wander into another predator's hunting lands, some who would fight over others when they felt that they were strong enough to gain new grounds.
Yet, these below? They ignored it all. None impeded the other yet every single one of them went into each other's area to hunt.
Naph whispered, "There should be a better word for that, right?"
Litto heard of his inquisitive ask and queried, "For what?"
"Oh, nothing," Naph waved his hand in dismissal.
He could now notice the waves better but before he knew, a beach and several kilometres of silvery land and brown outcroppings showed itself on the horizon, as the mountain of the ninety kilometres showed more of its hidden belly.
Even when they went past it, it was too low for the height they were at. The outcroppings had rare buildings. Anaphol couldn't make their structure out well enough. He did think they were quite large to be seen from this height.
"Have to be," his chin between his fore finger and middle finger of right hand.
A slow climb of yellowish green grass began in between the brown outcroppings. They waged a war on the silvery lands and brown background until only they stood stretching in each direction.
Even they lost to their greener brothers watered by small drop-like silvered waters. Some snakes of shiny gurgling noise reached to help them too.
Svnyo wondered, "Naph, are you taking in the beauty of our continent?"
Anaphol listened to her emphasis, "If I was paid for it, then I will."
Cryst just massaged her temples having listened that. Dykur sniffled his laugh.
'They are hiding something,' Naph considered, 'obviously, but why give me the tour through the air?'
Litto had stayed silent since Cryst's stare, unknown to Anaphol.
Forests rose up and fell down along the stretch in front of them. Streams of silver became blue waters of singing rivers. The little drops of silver with tints of blue vanished under the canopy of luscious verdant.
In any direction he saw, he saw the continent's expanse. It never let the blues of the ocean slip into view. The mountain he had seen at the start was gone from his back.
Ovier took the group to turn a bit left then upwards several kilometres.
Clouds parted until a new view came. "Woah!" Naph whispered.
For in front of him far in the distance floated islands with waterfalls of fog. Emerald of forests had made its home there too. Ovier once again turned. This time to the right and further straight for an unknown amount of distance, later they plunged down below the clouds.
As the cloudbreak occurred, the seven caught themselves on path with a fleeing caestre. Even that one was flabbergasted by the sudden appearance.
It dove down only to find that the seven were after it. Panicking it swerved to the left. Again the seven after it. Its wings, all nine of them, in a chaotic rhythm tried to speed up. None of the seven even readied a weapon. Cryst had given the command not to engage the said nine-winged-no-headed caestre.
Ovier didn't even had to push through to disengage from looking like they were chasing it. The said caestre itself rammed its entire bulbous body into an unseen wall. Naph stifled a laugh, however he had not followed Cryst's command.
'I am not under them.' That's what his reasoning was.
Whatever that wall was, the seven did not wait to check it out. Ovier flew them away at marvelous speed yet enough that each of them could take in the view.
Villages that rarely had appeared below before were now spotted as farmlands in between dense grasslands or forests. Some were in barren wastelands of a singular colour. Naph only noticed them.
Another massive cloud that could be compared to a territory in the continent of Tarna appeared. Anaphol had seen some like these on his way here, but only now he realized how big clouds could get. Still he did not have the moment to comprehend that all because of the next natural occurrence.
"Woooah, WHAT!?" Naph elucidated his astonishment.
Svnyo snickered. "So, you were enjoying huh?"
"What is that called??" Naph pointed to the massive blue water body.
"Doesn't Tarna have an inland sea?" Nert asked genuinely.
Anaphol instinctively, "Tarna has an inland sea?! Um, what is an inland sea?" Bulwark's corpse came by his front like a scornful resident of Tarna, except she had no head to scorn with. Only a suspiciously slow bleeding neck.
Litto broke the chat, "Yes, there is one. Actually there are three of them."
"So," pointing to the bluish water body Naph asks, "that is what an inland sea is?"
Cryst cutting in, "Of course not," her exhale could be heard as a whisper itself, "that is an inland ocean." As she said it, the seven had already crossed more than two thirds of it. And before Naph could ask anything next, the inland ocean went behind and two more mountain chains appeared and went. He saw a few cities here and there in the forests.
Colourful, vibrant and distinctive from each other. Still he asked, "What is an inland sea or ocean?"