The following day dawned clear and full of vitality upon Azhura'k's back.
The golden sun rose above the End Mountains, its rays spreading like fingers of light across the vast dark plain of the ancestral beast's back.
The air was cool, filled with the scent of damp earth and wild vegetation, an aroma that many residents of the Sky Caravan had never experienced before.
Birds sang in the distance, their melodies blending with the sound of the wind sweeping between the buildings. Smaller spiritual beasts moved among the trees growing along the city's edges, curious about the presence of humans.
Kyrian woke from the same dream. That colossal eye. The endless darkness. The Black Points scattered like stars across an empty sky, pulsing with a life of their own.
Even after landing, Azhura'k still seemed to be in pain. Somehow, Kyrian could feel it, a profound sorrow echoing through his dreams like a distant lament.
