As Marcus and Elara emerged from the vortex, their senses were overwhelmed by the world before them. The Floating Isles of Aetherion defied all logic and reason, a realm suspended in the heavens. Each island hovered independently, connected by a network of shimmering, translucent bridges that seemed to hum with energy.
Lush greenery blanketed the isles, interspersed with crystalline towers that sparkled in the sunlight. Rivers of glowing water cascaded from the edges, vanishing into the clouds below. Strange, bird-like creatures with iridescent wings glided effortlessly through the air, their haunting calls echoing across the expanse.
"Okay, this is...incredible," Marcus admitted, his voice tinged with awe.
Elara nodded, her gaze fixed on the nearest tower. "Incredible, but also dangerous. These isles aren't just beautiful—they're ancient and full of secrets. And secrets often come with traps."
### **The First Steps**
