Chapter 473: Twisted Treeline
Below stretched a sweeping expanse green grasslands, crisscrossed by glittering rivers and rimmed with soft hills. The sky overhead was a bright, impossible bluem its color even more surreal due to the presence of two suns, hanging in opposite directions like celestial ornaments.
And scattered across the heavens... were islands. Actual floating islands, drifting slowly in the sky, some ringed by waterfalls that defied gravity, their streams looping mid-air before vanishing into the clouds.
If Rhodes weren’t in a very real, very dangerous free fall, he might have taken a few minutes to marvel at this fantasy-like world.
But as things stood, he was plummeting, and Take Magic was dead.
No summons. No wings. No teleportation.
His only option was to brace for the crash.
He twisted his body, angling to land feet-first, planning to roll and disperse the impact, but from this height? He wasn’t sure his bones would agree with the plan.
And then, on instinct, half out of desperation, half out of habit, he shouted:
"Warm!!"
A low, familiar grunt answered almost immediately.
"Grrrr?"