Aria was standing on a floating island that was only as extensive as the Alpha King's main mansion in the werewolf realm. Indeed the area of the estate was vast and grand, but for the size of an island, it was tiny.
There was a short tree in the middle, but its branches and leaves extended to almost shade the island.
Aria tried to walk to the end only to find the clouds like she was currently in the upper world.
Surprisingly, Aria couldn't get her wings out when she was about to use them to fly. She was curious about what kind of place under this floating island was but couldn't explore it because something tied her wings.
This bind wasn't painful but made her feel as if she didn't have a pair of wings in the first place.
Aria walked back towards the big tree with a pensive and restless heart.
