Sienna, Ashworth, Dragon Lady, Eira, Cassiopeia and the Undead Queen stood beneath a sky that no longer seemed to belong to Hell's Paradise Island's Endless Forest, all of them were watching Phei with different shades of fascination while the Primordial Lotus continued its slow, magnificent work above the Endless Forest. T
he ancient woodland beneath them had been drowned beneath white-gold radiance until trees old enough to have watched countless winters pass looked like dark silhouettes beneath a celestial sea.
Amber mist drifted between their crowns, threads of World Essence moved through the air like rivers of liquid sunlight and innumerable golden motes wandered through the night with the lazy grace of stars that had descended too far and forgotten the road back to heaven.
