The wind was strong at this altitude, whipping across the exposed platform, but it was nothing someone of his strength couldn't handle with ease. He stood steady against it, and for a moment, his breath caught at the sight before him.
The sky stretched endless and blue overhead, vast and clear, scattered with drifting white clouds that seemed almost close enough to touch. And below, far below, the sprawling expanse of New Avalon unfolded in every direction, the glittering metropolis with rising towers and bright streets.
The whole vast city breathing beneath him. From this height, the scale of it was humbling, the sheer immensity of the kingdom's capital laid bare. He couldn't dare to see how far it truly stretched for.
Moon simply stood there, taking it in, the wind in his hair, the city at his feet, a rare moment of stillness amid his relentless climb.
