I opened my eyes slowly as Silver's wings cut through the wind. The air grew heavier, and even before I saw it, I could feel the place pulling at my senses. I pushed myself upright on his back, stretching once before my eyes locked straight ahead.
Silver's wings faltered, and for the first time since we left, he stopped mid-flight, hovering in place.
'That looks ominous,' he muttered, voice low, wings twitching uneasily beneath me.
And I agreed with him.
A few kilometers ahead, rising from the sea like some natural monument that should not exist, was the Lamp Zone.
It wasn't part of the Yami Continent, but sat on a solitary island beside it, an island that existed only to hold this one thing.
The Zone itself had the shape of a colossal lamp, yet it wasn't made of stone or built by hand.
