The sky stretched endlessly above, clouds drifting lazily across a backdrop of shimmering light. From within the Sanatan Flame Sect's Dark Pearl ship, a faint shimmer reflected off the hull, the massive vessel emerging from a bank of clouds like some celestial beast.
At the very front edge of the deck stood Shaurya, his gaze locked downward on the vast mountain ranges below. The wind tugged at his robes as he opened the golden system window, a map glowing faintly in front of him.
His brows furrowed.
"The location is showing nearby… but all I can see are mountains," he thought, his posture leaning forward in a thinking pose.
Behind him, his sect members milled about—some standing, some sitting, a few bored out of their minds. No one wore a worried expression.
The Dark Pearl slowed, hovering above a cluster of towering peaks. Four massive mountains encircled a central area shrouded in thick, swirling mist.
