The world was a breathtaking tapestry of emerald green forests and winding silver rivers unfurling beneath them. They soared through the vast, open sky, a silent, dark streak against the brilliant blue canvas.
The Serpent Scale Soarer cut through the air with the grace and speed of a hunting dragon. Its sleek, obsidian-black surface, crafted from the resilient scales of the Earthrender Serpent, shimmered faintly in the sunlight. It was incredibly stable, a world away from the wobbly, Qi-guzzling Flying Leaves they had grown accustomed to. There was no precarious balancing act, only a smooth, effortless glide that felt as natural as breathing.
