The grand Flying Ship of the Jade Serpent Guild, a marvel of Northern engineering cloaked in high-tier concealment arrays, bypassed the sprawling capital's magical defenses seamlessly. It descended from the clouds like a phantom, casting no shadow as it approached a massive, secluded island veiled in perpetual, shimmering mist. This was the beating heart of Saintess Ceanna's dark crusade.
As the colossal vessel hovered above the island, the dense mist parted as if commanded by a divine will, revealing the Pure Maiden Holy Temple. It was a staggering architectural masterpiece—a colossal structure built of pristine white marble, gleaming gold, and cascading waterfalls that radiated an aura of intense, overwhelming sanctity. It looked like a piece of the celestial heavens brought down to the mortal realm.
