The beast soared through the vast skies, its enormous wings casting immense shadows over an ever-changing landscape.
As they approached, a strange shimmer began to reflect against the horizon. It wasn't the glint of water or the sparkle of distant sand—it was something else, something otherworldly.
Lyerin stood at the front, his posture rigid as his sharp eyes surveyed the approaching destination.
The soldiers behind him whispered among themselves, their earlier confidence waning as they caught glimpses of what lay ahead.
The floating island they were nearing was unlike anything they had encountered before. Its surface gleamed like glass, yet it pulsated with a faint, shifting hue.
Clusters of massive bubbles hovered around the edges of the island, drifting lazily in the air, refracting the sunlight into brilliant rainbows.
