The path winds under the starry sky.
A gentle sound of water emanates from the center of the island.
A clear stream meanders through, its water shimmering with a silvery sheen under the moonlight.
Ian is flying.
"This place is really quite large," he says as he passes through a dense forest blooming with glowing flowers. The air is filled with a faint floral scent, mixed with the moist aroma of the earth.
When his view suddenly opens up, Ian catches his breath. On the other side of the island, a massive stone house stands on a cliff surrounded by waterfalls. Water flows down from special grooves in the roof, forming seven miniature rainbows in the sunlight. The house's walls are composed of irregular polygonal stones pieced together.
The walls are covered with cracks left by the passage of time, yet they remain incredibly solid. The roof forms a dome, adorned with transparent crystals embedded on top.
Under starlight, it refracts a myriad of colorful lights.
Ian understands.
About the bewildering sights unfolding before him.
Not far away.
Might lie the answers.
For Ian can see, utilizing his Legendary Wizard's extraordinary vision that reaches an unparalleled level, he sees glowing Titan runes embedded in the seams of every stone.
Three interlocking rings,
the exclusive mark of a High Tier Titan.
He had seen similar patterns in a previous Sky City. Clearly, seeing them again here indicates that this place was indeed constructed by Titans.
As for whether this floating island in the starry sky was a former site of the Titans, Ian is uncertain—perhaps that's a possibility.
They say children love to learn from their parents.
No matter what,
Zeus and his group can be considered the "children" of the Titans. If they ever knew or had been to this place, creating a Sky City is clearly explained.
Of course.
Floating in the sky.
Surely doesn't compare to floating in the starry sky.
The Earth.
It quietly drifts in the cosmos, like a sleeping dream. And this island seems like a fragment fallen from that dream, enclosed in a transparent bubble.
Floating among the stars.
Gazing at the Earth.
It indeed resembles a palace held high by the true "gods." Yet, for unknown reasons, the Titans forsook this place to live on Earth.
Ian also has a wild idea.
"Titans... what are they really?"
As he walks toward the stone house, he can't help but observe the island. Above, the bubble's surface glows faintly, like ripples reflecting starlight.
These outlines create gentle arcs in the darkness.
They closely resemble a shield, and also a kind of shell. Because of this feeling, Ian boldly guesses, maybe these so-called 'Titans' aren't even Earthly life at all. They come from the depths of the universe, a highly advanced alien race. Could the theory of aliens creating humans have a magic version?
"This entire floating island might be their spaceship."
"Or could it be a colony or laboratory? Who says aliens need metallic ships? Perhaps for them, life forms can be part of technology."
Undeniably.
Ian's idea does make some sense. However, it's still only his imagination; the real situation requires finding the last remaining Titan to clarify.
Mainly, Ian had acted too quickly before, not having much chance to understand the Titans, this species already on the brink of extinction.
But if there are still kin on other planets.
Would that mean Ian hasn't really wronged them?
"There are traces of life."
Ian passes over a beach during his flight.
He lands on the ground, seeing sandcastles and various sand sculptures that were clearly built up, his feet sinking into the soft, silvery sand.
Each step leaves behind luminous footprints, which slowly fade away after a few seconds.
"So, these are possibly created by that Titan, a childlike spirit? It makes sense; otherwise, such whimsical creations that leave me speechless wouldn't exist."
Ian does not destroy those "artworks."
He flies back into the sky.
The entire floating island in the starry sky is enclosed within a huge transparent bubble, with numerous small bubbles drifting amid the sky, like transparent trails blown by an invisible hand.
Crossing the beach.
Followed by another forest—a distribution that's certainly unscientific, but given it's a place designed with human touch, these connections are reasonable.
Dense woods stretch from the edge of the beach.
The tree trunks exhibit a semi-transparent texture, with mercury-like liquid flowing inside. The crown is adorned with flowers the size of fists, each petal resembling the finest silk, with small light spots along the edges. These flowers open and close rhythmically, releasing a pale purple pollen with a minty scent.
All appear breathtakingly beautiful, as if directly printed from a canvas. Even the waterfalls and lakes defy gravity, cascading in all directions.
Truly spectacular.
"What is that?"
At that moment.
Shadows flit past Ian's eyes.
Ian looks up to see several flying Pocket Monsters circling overhead—Charizard, Dragonite, Zapdos, their figures agile under the starlight. Beside them, even a few Digimon—WarGreymon, Angewomon, and Veemon—are competing with the Pocket Monsters.