Orianna led Jax away from the gathered Dragons without ceremony, her wings folding neatly against her back as she guided him deeper across the island.
The air changed the farther they walked, the oppressive density of draconic mana thinning into something calmer.
Jax could also sense various Mana Formations on this side of the island, all improving the air and mana quality, creating a sort of 'Holy Ground' on this side of the island.
Orianna led him through a natural stone arch veined with glowing runes, then along a stretch of pale sand that curved gently toward the island's edge.
The roar of the ocean grew louder with each step they took, constantly crashing far below the island's cliffs. When the path finally opened, even Jax paused for a brief moment as he saw where Orianna led him.
Before them lay an isolated cove carved into the edge of the island, hidden from the skies and the interior by layered mana formations that shimmered faintly like heat haze.
