And above it all…. Dragons flew.
Not all of them were physical.
Some seemed made of the same ethereal substance as the spirits, translucent forms that caught light and bent it into rainbow patterns.
Others were solid, scales gleaming, wings beating with force that should have created downdrafts but somehow didn't disturb the spirits below.
Blues and reds, greens and blacks, one massive creature that looked like it was made entirely of magma, yet no magma leaked from its body as it spiraled through the impossible sky.
"What..." Jack's voice came out barely above a whisper. "What is this place?"
"Floor 25," S answered from behind him, the demon having followed through the portal with the rest of their group. "The Soul Warden's domain. Though I must admit, I've never seen it quite like this. Usually, it's dormant when unclaimed."
Jack took a step forward, then another, his eyes unable to settle on any single detail because every detail demanded attention.
