"What planet is this?" Adam asked, his voice calm but curious as he, Wraith, and Krozak landed softly within a vast, mist-covered forest.
The sky above was tinted violet, with three moons hanging high like ancient watchers. The trees were tall and glowing faintly, their leaves shimmering with silver edges. Everything looked... unreal. Dreamlike.
Then—whoosh!
A blur zipped past them overhead. A man in flowing robes, sleeves fluttering like banners in the wind, shot through the sky on a glowing flying sword. His long hair trailed behind him, and spiritual energy swirled around him like wind.
Adam blinked. "Did I just see a guy riding a sword?"
"Yup," Wraith replied casually, hands in his coat pockets as he stared up. "Welcome to Taiyu Realm. This world's straight outta a cultivation novel—sects, beasts, spirit roots, immortals... the whole package."
Krozak narrowed his eyes, scanning the surroundings. "It smells old. Like it's been here since the beginning of time."
