Chapter 65 The Silence Of Reason

• The journey through the portals to The Whispering Isles was a transition from the raw, untamed spiritual energy of Atheria to an entirely different kind of mystical realm. As they emerged, the sight was breathtaking. A myriad of islands, not of earth but of luminous, ancient stone, floated gracefully in a boundless sky, linked by shimmering bridges of solidified light and arcane currents.
• Above, the sun, though distant, cast an ethereal glow, painting the undersides of the islands in shades of amber and violet. Below, endless cloud oceans churned softly, hinting at untold depths. This was The Scholar-Sanctum of Veridia, a bastion of intellect and enlightenment, now under the Shadow Weaver’s insidious, subtle grip.
• Outwardly, Veridia was a place of serene beauty and profound tranquility. Elegant spires of knowledge rose from the largest islands, their libraries and archives filled with scrolls and ether-bound data. Scholars, robed in various hues reflecting their disciplines, moved with quiet purpose across the light-bridges, their faces calm, their movements unhurried.