Far from Makazi's temple, deep beneath the swirling skies of Veyrith, Vodyan stood inside a vast chamber made of shimmering blue stone.
The walls seemed to breathe—alive with soft ripples of glowing waterlight.
He was silent, his ocean-blue eyes focused ahead.
Before him, ancient murals curved around the inner dome of the temple.
Vodyan stepped closer.
The first mural displayed a breathtaking sight.
A view of Aetherion, drawn in shining inks of sapphire, emerald, gold, and silver.
It showed the entire planet—in a way no one had ever seen.
Tall mountains curled like spines across the land.
Mighty rivers carved through continents, their glow suggesting magical flow.
Endless forests covered regions like green blankets, and bubbling volcanoes lit the edges with fiery dots.
Above the ground, drawn in soft sky-blue, floated islands in the air—mystical, drifting like clouds, some with buildings, others with trees.
Vodyan raised a hand and touched the mural gently.
