Arcon began to descend.
His wings adjusted, no longer beating to gain altitude but gliding in wide circles.
And with every passing second, new details emerged.
First came the rivers. Great rivers.
Crystal-clear water flowed between natural valleys formed by the creature's shell, valleys that seemed to have been carved by millennia of erosion but were actually part of the beast's body.
Then came lakes, some small, others enormous, reflecting the sky like mirrors.
Waterfalls cascaded from higher levels of the shell to lower ones, creating rainbows in the air.
Mountains. Real mountains.
Kyrian spent several seconds observing one of them, covered in snow at the summit, forests along its slopes, and a crystal-clear lake at its base.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM..."
The deep sound echoed again. This time lower. Closer.
Kyrian had the strange sensation that it was like the breathing of the gigantic creature.
A breath so powerful that it made the air vibrate.
