Forest of Traps

"We gather here,"

Arthur could hear the voice coming from a person standing midair. Looking at him, he had a black bushy beard with a charismatic face. He wore the black and white robes of the association with a white shirt underneath it. At his words, the crowd filling the stands quieted down. 

It was then that Arthur could take a better look at the surrounding. Clouds surrounded them like a wall, the clear sky felt ever so close, and the stands where the crowds gathered were levitating a distance in the air. He, along with Emma and others, stood on a platform that could either be flying or suspended midair. His group, those that had arrived from Yalen, stood there on the edge of the platform along with several other crowded groups. 

When Arthur tried to peer over the platform's edge, a short distance away from him, he could only make out the outlines of forests and nearby mountains.