The blinding white screen faded slowly, dissolving into a tranquil, breathless nothingness.
When vision returned, the shattered ruins of the ancient city—the cracked thoroughfares, the crumbling archways, and the scorched earth—were gone. In their place existed a realm that defied every known law of the mortal plane.
Before them stretched an endless expanse of radiant, untamed beauty. Towering mountain cliffs rose like colossal guardians, their jagged peaks carved from sheer stone that shimmered with veins of faint gold and silver ore. High above, several mountain masses floated suspended in midair, drifting lazily through the atmosphere as if caught in a slow, celestial dance.
Between these floating monoliths, rivers of crystal-clear water wove graceful arcs through the sky, cascading from suspended cliffs into luminous waterfalls that plunged down into an ocean sparkling like liquid starlight.
