Mei Wei looked at the old, ancient-looking map in his hands. The parchment was weathered and brittle, yet it shimmered faintly under the light, as if infused with hidden magic. Strange symbols and shifting constellations danced along the edges, rearranging themselves whenever he blinked. Rivers on the map seemed to flow with liquid silver, and tiny mountains cast moving shadows, as though the landscape itself was alive. As he ran his fingers over the surface, the ink pulsed warmly beneath his touch, whispering secrets of long-lost lands and forgotten treasures. Mei Wei could feel the map's power—this was no ordinary chart, but a key to something extraordinary.
At this moment, he was sitting on Ivory, the white-winged horse of Aman. He and Aman were on their way back to Kashya, the capital city of Vasuki.
