A deep valley with massive trees and wreckage of dark metal strewn everywhere had been left in place as it had fallen until a shadow returned in the sky.
It had been 3 years since Lind had survived his suicidal solution to the Realm Refiner. The Wings of Freedom had proven to have many more issues as time went on and finally would be scrapped at the current destination.
A black dragon with a prismatic one appeared quickly to scout the area as a golden roc followed.
Both dragons were wingless but shared characteristics that showed they were related.
More people began to quickly emerge. Many of them wore emerald cloaks and checked the trees for any signs of sentience but none of them were more than Soul Realm auras in such a short time.
"You have strange tastes, beloved." A woman with short green hair and a whip at her hip floated next to an open hatch where a man with emerald hair stood with his eyes closed.
