They remained suspended above the burning landscape for a while longer, their gazes wandering between the immense chains and the distant mountains.
Elion had just begun to wonder where to start when something caught his eye through a break in the crimson haze.
It looked like another mountain peak; however, the drifting vapor suddenly parted, revealing a narrow, impossibly tall structure rising from the blackened terrain.
"Over there," he said, pointing toward it.
Kali followed the direction of his hand, and Althea leaned forward slightly within the silk supporting her.
Far beyond the nearest river of magma, a solitary spire ascended through the ruddy gloom, its summit nearly disappearing among the clouds of mana gathering overhead.
Even from this distance, it was magnificent.
Its dark surface caught the surrounding firelight in long, polished streaks, revealing an angular silhouette that narrowed as it climbed.
