Adyr's energy form floated above the tranquil surface of the endless, translucent sea that formed the foundation of his [Sanctuary].
Suspended in a sky without a sun, bathed in light but untouched by any visible source, the island pulsed gently beneath him.
It had grown. Where once it was barely large enough to fit a single car, it could now easily hold two parked side by side. The grass that blanketed its surface shimmered beneath the warm hues of perpetual sunrise. Each blade stood tall and unnaturally vivid—some glowing with soft orange, others catching faint traces of violet, as though feeding on the radiance of a morning that never fully arrived. Though the air was still, the land felt alive, as if exhaling with every pulse of ambient energy.
