The floating islands stretched endlessly beneath a sky alive with rolling thunder.
Lightning drifted lazily between the clouds like rivers of living silver, illuminating mountain peaks suspended in the heavens. Gusts of wind carried the scent of rain across the vast realm, while fragments of stone floated through the air as though gravity itself held little authority here.
Vaelric moved swiftly from one island to another.
His small figure leaped through the sky with practiced ease, barely touching each floating platform before launching himself toward the next. The winds seemed eager to carry him, softening every landing while lightning danced around his boots in brief flashes of blue.
Unlike the first time he had walked this path in his previous life, there was no hesitation in his movements. He's boots met the soft, verdant earth of the massive floating island with a familiar lightness, a stark contrast to the ethereal rocks he'd traversed for what felt like an eternity.
