The sky above the Forbidden Forest ripped as the flying treasure: Heavenly Mirage tore across it like a divine beast, shining in silver and white, humming with formations.
Kent stood at the front of the palace, wind brushing through his black robes, the scent of ancient spirit wood rising faintly around him.
Below, the Forbidden Forest hid the suppressed danger. Monstrous trees swayed as if they had minds of their own, while spectral howls rose from the darkened depths.
Occasionally, a massive wing would stir the treetops before vanishing into the mist. But none of it could touch Kent—not when the Heavenly Mirage carved a sacred path above the high skies.
Lily leaned beside him, her eyes scanning the shifting mists. "We crossed this massive forest in just two days… and not a single spirit beast attacked. Either we're blessed, or that ship is truly something else."
