***Damon's POV***
A new dawn arrived as the sun rose over the horizon. Beneath the rays of the newly risen sun floated a multitude of rocks, slowly moving mid air as if in suspended animation.
These rocks were none other than the remnants of the Agin flying island where the Ivos Gala was held. The only thing holding the remnants from plunging
down to the ground was the sorcery initially keeping the island afloat.
One of the only things that would lead one to even guess it was the same dazzling island from before, was the Majestic Castle still standing on one of the major rocks.
Another inkling was the stench of blood and death. The dismembered floating island reeked of blood and death so much so that it was stifling.
Though, humans weren't the only ones who bore severe casualties, the heretics also did, infact the casualties within their ranks were several times that of the humans.
