The five heirs, the celebrated heroes of the Azure Province, flew on their fastest spiritual beasts to the Eon Emporium.
The reports had prepared them for a cleared road and a renamed town, but nothing could have prepared them for the sight that greeted them when they crested the final ridge overlooking the Silverwood valley.
The town was gone. In its place was a gaping, perfectly circular hole in the earth, a wound in the world so vast it defied comprehension.
And floating a thousand feet above that hole, held aloft by the hands of a colossal, stone-like being, was an island.
On that island, a city was being built. It was a city of impossible scale and design, its dark towers and crystalline structures reaching towards the sky.
The five heirs brought their beasts to a halt, their minds struggling to process the impossible sight.
The sheer, world-altering power required to perform such a feat was beyond anything they could imagine.
