A thousand miles away, as unseen by Gracier and Saeko as they were by the bustling city of Ravenside, a forgotten island slumbered beneath a thick, cotton-like fog. This wasn't a gentle morning mist, but a perpetual shroud that clung to the island like a jealous lover, obscuring it from the outside world. The sunlight, when it dared to pierce the dense barrier, filtered through in an ethereal, greenish glow, casting long, distorted shadows on the damp earth.
Giant trees, older than any city monument and reaching for the unseen sky, dominated the island's landscape. Their gnarled branches, thick as forgotten fortresses, clawed at the swirling fog, their leaves – broad and emerald green – dripping with condensation. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth, decaying leaves, and a strange, metallic tang that lingered on the tongue. An unsettling silence reigned, broken only by the occasional drip of water from the overladen leaves or the mournful cry of a unseen bird.
