Lin Tian sat at the edge of the canopy apex, his legs dangling over the void, watching the colors bleed across the horizon as the sun sank below the Sky-Sea.
The clouds below them stretched endlessly in every direction, painted in shades of amber and violet and deep, bruised crimson. Above them, the true stars were beginning to emerge, one by one, piercing the velvet dark of the upper atmosphere.
He had never seen anything like this before. Not in his old life as a cripple, staring at the same four walls of the Lin estate. Not even in the months since the System had awakened, fighting through the Rift, climbing the Heart-Tree.
The world was vast, and he had barely scratched its surface.
Behind him, the sounds of quiet conversation drifted from the camp they had set up on the broadest branch. Su Lan was tending to the fire, her flames dancing obediently at her command.
