The world on the other side of the portal… was breathtaking.
No, seriously. Even I had to admit that.
Rivers snaked and braided through the land like threads spun from silver silk, their surfaces shimmering under the high sun.
Some merged, some forked, all of them gliding with a serene grace that made it look choreographed.
Forests sprawled out beyond, thick and lush, their canopies dense enough to block out the sun, yet still glowing with an eerie, vibrant life.
You could hear the chirps, howls, and rustling—a chorus of wildness that gave the place rhythm.
And us? We were at the top of a mountain.
A proper, literal mountaintop.
The stone platform we arrived on was wide and well-maintained, ancient runes etched along its edges glowing faintly from residual mana.
The wind here was sharp and clean, carrying with it the scent of pine, cold soil, and magic.
The view from up here? Exquisite.
