It was unlike anything Atticus had ever seen. It was made not of metal or stone, but of pure, shimmering mana. The surface glowed with a soft, luminescent blue, pulsing gently as if alive. It was akin to a river of light.
The pathway was astonishingly wide, broad enough to accommodate multiple airships gliding side by side. War might descend at any moment, and they might need to send an army of troops to defend.
The pathway was all-encompassing, with transparent barriers of mana energy at the edges, protecting the pathway from any potential danger while allowing an unobstructed view of the surroundings.
Atticus noticed the pathway was suspended above the ground, elevated high enough to offer a panoramic view of the area below.
The airship, which had come to an abrupt stop, started moving slowly forward. As Atticus gazed further along the pathway, he saw a checkpoint in the distance.
