The transition from the sun-drenched, silver-laced peaks of the South to the jagged, obsidian heart of the North was a blur of terraformed velocity. I was no longer merely traversing the land; I was a part of its seismic shift. As the Terran Sovereign, the bronze-skinned avatar of the Earth Pillar, my connection to the ground was absolute. I did not fly through the air like a bird or a drake. Instead, I launched myself from the balcony of the Sun-Eater Peaks, and the iron-rich mountains responded to my intent with the loyalty of a tamed beast.
Pillars of dark, magnetic rock surged upward from the foothills to catch my feet. I glided across the landscape on a moving wave of granite and ore, each leap carrying me miles across the plains. The wind whipped my copper hair—now thick and heavy as metallic wire—behind me, but I didn't feel the cold. My skin, etched with glowing gold veins, radiated a subterranean heat that melted the very air in my path.
