Look.
Another world inside the dome, time seems to be at noon, and the sky is extremely bright.
Across the vast land, stand tall spires hundreds of meters, even thousands of meters high, appearing very slender, like toothpicks. Due to their height, most of the spires sway constantly under the wind, making one worry whether they might be snapped by the gusts.
But no snapping occurs, and this continues for quite some time until suddenly, numerous figures fly out from the spires. Some transform into streaks of light, traveling straight towards the distance. Some alight on nearby floating magic airships. Others summon magic creatures with wings and ride on them, flying away.
It can be seen that everyone is heading to a certain place in the north, forming a massive convoy in the sky.
And at the forefront of this convoy, strikingly, are massive black shadows akin to sea islands.
