"That was how the geography of the modern world had come to be." The thought lingered in Julius's mind as violent winds tore past him.
The air screamed around his body like countless invisible blades. Even with several layers of protective spells wrapped around himself, the pressure was still overwhelming.
Every gust struck the barriers surrounding him and sent dull vibrations through his ears.
The constant roaring reminded him of being slapped across both ears hard enough to leave a ringing sensation behind.
Above them stretched an endless sea of clouds. Vast white masses drifted beneath their feet while the sky remained brilliantly blue overhead.
Their descent cut through layer after layer of mist, causing the clouds to split apart before closing behind them once more.
Julius turned his head toward Rosalina.
