The sky above them was a pale, icy blue, streaked with slow‑moving clouds that glowed faintly like frozen embers.
The air was crisp, sharp enough to sting the lungs of even Transcendents, though Ash and Eidora breathed it effortlessly.
This was one of the reasons Eidora had waited for Ash to reach the Ascendant rank before returning home.
The Heavens could not simply be entered at will.
They were not "higher realms" in the simple sense — each Heaven operated under its own rules, and the higher one ascended, the looser and more volatile the rules of existence became.
To step into the 50th Heaven, one needed to be at least a Fifth‑Dimensional Being.
Around them, endless tundras stretched in every direction — vast white plains broken only by jagged mountains of silver‑blue ice.
These mountains rose like the ribs of ancient titans, their peaks catching the light and scattering it in prismatic shards across the land.
