Southern Region.
Huo Yue, Medusa, and Zhu Ziyan were walking into a deep, ancient forest with trees that reaches several thousand feet high.
"Why are we here?" Medusa asked, her voice dripping with the characteristic arrogance of a desert queen who found the humidity of the forest beneath her station.
She crossed her arms over her chest, floating a foot above the damp soil.
Her skin glistened as she glided forward, her legs hovering a feet above the ground, as if to her, touching the dirt was a disdainful act, a chore reserved for those without the strength to defy gravity.
