Serelyth circled once, her vast wings stirring the clouds like waves in a sea of white. Then, with a steady descent, she brought them closer until her claws touched down on soft, glowing moss that carpeted the floating island. The ground itself pulsed faintly, as though the island was alive.
Everyone slid down from her back, staring in disbelief.
The air smelled sweeter here—like fresh rain mixed with blooming flowers. Trees with golden leaves swayed gently, though there was no breeze, and fruit shaped like crystal droplets hung from their branches. Waterfalls spilled silently from the cliffs, yet no sound of crashing echoed below; it was as if the island existed in its own pocket of serenity.
Renkai crouched low, plucking a strange blossom that shimmered silver in his hand. "This place… it hums with energy. I can feel it in my bones."
