Levi stood firm atop the giant vine as the howling wind whipped everyone's hair into a frenzy. Nearly two hundred yards in the air, the lead-gray clouds overhead carried an indescribable weight, an oppressive feeling, as if they were within arm's reach.
Countless thick vines intertwined, spiraling upward to form a circular platform over a hundred yards in diameter.
Looking down from above, Levi saw the great power of Magic at work. Underground roots squeezed the soil, tearing the earth apart to form winding chasms that spread in all directions, some stretching for over a thousand yards.
Such a massive, landscape-altering event was impossible to hide. He raised a telescope toward High Cliff Castle and saw his subjects all looking this way, their dumbfounded expressions just barely visible.
The Jackal Wolfman Cavalry of the Burning Corps wore grave expressions as they mounted their Warg Mounts and galloped over, preparing to investigate what had happened.
