Ian stroked his chin thoughtfully before turning toward Destiny with a smile.
"Let's start with your gift. I've been looking forward to seeing what you've prepared for them."
"Then hold on tight."
Destiny smiled mischievously before taking control of the flying ship. Rather than continuing toward the distant horizon, the vessel suddenly changed direction, sailing through a layer of clouds that seemed no different from any other.
However, as they passed through them, Ian felt a strange sensation wash over his body, almost as though they had crossed an invisible barrier separating two entirely different worlds.
The wind died down, and the sunlight surrounding them grew softer, bathing the deck in a gentle radiance that made the entire ship feel strangely peaceful.
Ian glanced at Destiny, who appeared entirely unbothered by the change.
"Where exactly are we going?"
"You'll see."
She gave him a playful wink, refusing to reveal anything more.
