Enenel found himself in a void of emerald clouds and fluttering golden flames that swam through the skies like lofty, divine entities. They roared and rumbled, as if announcing their majesty to the world, but the emerald clouds remained free-flowing, like a vast sea of green, unamused by the display of power above. There seemed to be a silent conflict between the two forces, but Enenel could not pinpoint why it was.
It looked like an ancient spectacle of might, yet there was nothing conclusive about it... it was all beyond his scope of thinking; why would ancient forces behave like toddlers?
At the center of it all, a towering gate stood, stretching between the heavens and whatever lay beneath this realm. He could not see its entirety, and yet, he felt as if he could encompass it all within his gaze.
