Vast landscapes stretched beyond imagination. Floating islands drifted lazily across skies of liquid light, their undersides trailing rivers of glowing mana. Below, seas of swirling brilliance shifted in waves that sang with energy, casting refracted colors across crystalline forests. The trees hummed softly, each branch shimmering like starlight woven into living glass. Mountains rose and dissolved as though alive, their mirrored surfaces reflecting visions of places both real and impossible. And deep within hidden valleys, mana vortexes spun wildly, devouring and reshaping the flow of the world.
This was Everion—a realm where beauty and danger were inseparable, where existence itself pulsed in harmony with raw, untamed magic.
At its heart stood a grand palace, a place where presence alone could make the air heavy.
