The journey to the Chasm of Life was long and solemn, with not an ounce of haste. Lance flew atop Aelyndra, in the company of Kaelthara, while flanked by a procession of dragons and elders. The weight of the oath he had taken hung heavy on his shoulders, the glowing mark on his arm that had died down and disappeared faintly pulsing as if responding to the sacred destination ahead.
The landscape grew increasingly otherworldly as they approached. The jagged peaks gave way to rolling plains of shimmering crystal and glowing pools of ethereal energy. Lance could feel the hum of ancient power in the air, the kind that made his skin prickle and his breath catch.
"Is it always this... alive?" Lance asked, glancing at Kaelthara.
She smiled faintly. "The closer you get to the chasm, the closer you are to the dragon god's essence. It's said that no other place in the world holds this kind of energy, and that is true."
