It was a beautiful, mesmerizing, and breathtaking view. Veer was finding it hard to find words to describe the scenery before him.
The young man stood at the edge of a floating island, his lean figure framed by the vast expanse of the sky. Around him, islands drifted serenely among the clouds, their edges glowing with a fiery red hue, as if the land itself had been kissed by the setting sun.
Waterfalls cascaded from the edges of these islands, vanishing into the endless white mist below. It was a world suspended between heaven and earth, breathtaking and surreal.
In the distance, a towering castle rose from the largest island, its spires piercing the heavens. A streak of lightning danced around the highest tower, illuminating the structure in a dazzling light.
The castle radiated an aura of power and mystery, as though it were the heart of this floating realm. Veer's gaze was fixed on it, his hair flowing behind him as the wind carried the warmth of the glowing skies.
